White Lilies / White Lies

If you're cool with it, right, I need you to go back to remembering that you're a poet

Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage?

I know her, I know her by her name

Who's daughter, who's daughter's on that stage?

She's a queen, now watch her

She's drowning ace of spades

She dances, and she dances, and she drops it

The crowd is yelling pop it, there's a reason she can't stop it

She dances, and she dances, and she pops it

The crowd is yelling drop it, there's a reason she can't stop it

This a

Funeral, death of your innocence

Little Lily grown up, barely legitimate

All these niggas in here got you scared to be intimate

So you just stand there, dance til you temperate

Dance til you in a wick

Dance til you in a wick

You don't feel the flame now, dance to rekindle it

Ran backstage did the bump in the bathroom

Kiss a few strangers and dance til you feeling it

And just keep dropping to the floor

Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go

And just keep dancing on the stage

Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to her face

Then she got me backstage like

"Let me see your conscience

I'll be over dancing at the table of contents"

You can turn my pages

All these pages are like wages

And I would have quit so long

But all the money I'll be making got me

Dropping to the floor

Whatever you moved on to, you can let it go

She just keep dancing in my face

Instead of throwing ones it's white lilies to the stage

She lets go, says she has it under control

I count slow, hoping that she'll divulge some more

Cause she knows, everything a woman should know

And I want, nothing but to see it up close

And she keep saying "just grab it if you see what you like"

And I keep asking if this is what you want with your life

I find the flowers harden out in haunted houses

They somehow escape the gardens and walked out into the concrete and now

Everytime I see her she be walking to the pole

Panties, bra, bra inside, dropping to the floor

She climb up, up, up, up, hiding on the pole

She walk out with all her precious petals gone and now

We can find, roses with no petals in here

We can find, lilies spray painted metal in here

We can find, them dancing with the devil in here

Those white lines and, those white lies

Step off the stage and I'm back in a trance

With you we're interstellar, I'm gassing your nebula

All other flowers, they pale in comparison

That's why my florist's hand's slowly caressing you

One petals, two petals, back on the floor

Touch me, then tease me, then back on your cloak

Everything's seemingly Puerto Rico

This worthless from verses was stirring your soul

Swear I'm not putting you down, though

I just hate seeing you drown, slow

You say your mind frame is twisted and shit

That your faith in humanity's ground floor

I'm always one that say think on your own

Free is the flower who rose from my home

But I'd rather watch you be seated in power than steadily seeing you being dethroned

I found the flowers being drowned in dirty water

They somehow escape the farmers and are headed out to slaughter and now