DMT

You can wear my wings while I shower
 But the halo's on metered hours
 And you look like cinnamon
 Yea you look like cinnamon to me
 You think that's mean
 I'm weak
 And I stay away from bad press
 I love you like an actress loves DMT
 That's sickening
 Should invest in my own angel
 Help me find my perfect angle
 Steada dreamin of these He-men
 With whom I have been so tangled
 Elvis shot up his hotel room
 And Priscilla almost ate it
 Off that Ah Ha I Do That bit
 Oh have I finally made it?
 He brings me Whiteclaw and flower
 But I'm immune to his prowess
 Guess I'm a sinner, then
 I've pegged much better friends
 I reek of trees
 A menthol breeze
 And I stay away from bad press
 Avoid the chicken soup deaths
 Any percent
 This run's for speed
 And it hurts my mind
 I make it worse some times
 Leaves me wondering
 Why can't I find a woman who can do it like a man do
 Kiss your buddy on the mouth
 You can say that it's a French slip
 And I do what I used to doin
 It's the only thing I can do
 Mainline a friendship
 And I stay away from bad press
 I love you like an actress loves DMT
 That's sickening