Pardon me darling while I paint the sky red Everything different that's what the sky said Keep on Keep on Talking behind me While clinging to everything little thing that I say I know you feel me I know you hear me I know your kind I turn my eye I turn my eye I turn my eye This ain't about the bag This about having everything I need to create everything I never had It's been a hot minute Since I ain't been with it But we can dip with it And we can destroy Every memory But the recoil Might feel like hot oil Fuck it I want my fried chicken