No Comply

You and I serve more than applies. She replies you're a whore can't deny. I spoke for sure, can't look me in the eyes. For yours it's wide and sweet like apple pie. Better days leaves me an infected stye. Got me blinkin' a hundred million desires, I could see you on the front page of every Esquire. NesQuik, Netflix, next flick down to the very wire. Order Spires, changing tires next door, it's a Goodyear, no it's not you fuckin' liar. Light you on fire, call you hot, breathin' higher. Floatin' and screamin' determining who's beamin' the new bitch for hire. Throw tricks and gimmicks to get her a buyer, at the bar bottlin' up for the entire empire. On second thought your ego is satire, comically played by assimilated attire.