Candy (feat. Gregory R. Smith III)

Brentwood baby born out of cedars
Bald with the perfect smile
She was drop dead gorgeous just like her mother
Walked round before the miles
And now
She's stealing off her dad tryna Sniff some white
Smoking cigarettes in between the Lines
Sleeping all day to be up all night
With the blackout shades
Drinking down bottles of expensive wine
Fucking anything coming in her sight
Leaving at dawn to avoid the light
Still blackout wasted
Smoke clouds in every breath
I hope you know you're only racing yourself to death
You're barely floating
As you're filling all your buckets up with brandy
Well you always loved the taste of candy
Her family took their day trips to Malibu
And summers at the lake house home
Those Bicycle rides down the avenue
Was the only way she got to be alone
And now she's
Living in her own apartment and She's calling me just to start shit while
She's throwing up on the carpet everyday
She's throwing it down the drain
It's such a shame
With no authentic need to runaway
Smoke clouds in every breath
I hope you know you're only racing yourself to death
And while you're wasting your whole circles precious time well
You never seem to leave my mind You're pushing me far away
From ever coming back and offering to save the day
And with all your Percocet and Plan B
I guess you found your new candy