Spit

You put your hands on your hips

In the last sliver of the moon

You're good by shit

I can almost taste your spit

I wouldn't mind

If you came

To my castle

Building it brick by brick

Beneath the giant yellow signal

On a charcoal cliff

I can almost taste your spit

I wouldn't mind

If you tried

On the twos

My kingdom for you

Tracking patterns while she waxes

Hope you'll be here soon

I can almost taste your spit

I wouldn't mind

If you talked

To me nice

You put the glass to your lips

Bad as skin in a grown cocoon

My potion to give you live

When I mix em with your spit