Honeymoon Suite - Rob Sonic

Honeymoon’s over bitch, I’m pretty sure the marriage is

Limpin' through the sofa with a drippy nose embarrasin'

American, muscle got his hustle from a cottonmouth

Tearin' through the muzzle in a subtle hint of common ground

Seek bowls tokers got them loonies in an empty room

Ready for my close-up or get blown up in a Denny’s booth

Anywho, made you, AC on the lowest line

CB on, the people bend so he can plan his own demise

Go inside, lights on, kid you know it’s curfew

Little wings are clipped and closed and pigeonholed in perfume

Wish it won’t get bridges to be repaired in their present state

And matches won’t turn wipers into water for your resume

Dedicate this to you as I want, I want to love to death

The oven it will summon him to wonder if there’s supper left

Cupboard theft, mother’s up, yellow on a panel stripe

Vodka as a condiment to complement the Camel lights

Ask me for no favors 'cause the party has a dollar jobs

Necklaces and medals that will soon resemble collar bombs

Oscar night, snubnosed, special on a Regents test

When he learned to drive the van and tried his hand at BMX

When he showed up bloody to the umpteenth to his mama’s house

When he copped a loveseat in a clock that you could rock around

Lava made up all his floors and all his doors were time machines

That got him through the screaming match he featured in his diary

Siamese standpipes, baggage under both his eyes

Many rules on how to coax a damsel out of «over» eyes

Soak an 86-pack, Corvette summer and

Jasmine and the orphan in the potion for the Tupperware

Cut and squeeze, crackle pop, cancel rock, mill a dram

Buddy system, one for old Wonderwall 'til it crack

'Sup with y’all, wizard hands, I’d love to hear a thing or three

On how to never geek the storm without ignoring liberty

Bittersweet symphony, take a seat Juliard

Come under the fur shit 'cause you worked it when the movie starts

Who are we, what am I, victor with some liver so

This is for the driven and the scissors of a different cloth

Y’all only let us get seconds in six

Y’all only rep until the end of your shit

Y’all only stepping if it’s better for biz

And only checking if your message is missed

Y’all only coming to the party with gauze

And only hungry when your market is off

Y’all only rugged with a carpeting stars

And don’t be bugging when we barring for ours