Bloody Mary from Monday/Friday by Monday/Friday

Chorus:

You're my Bloody Mary, the virus and the vaccine,
the chalice to my canteen that I can't seem,
To put down, let me ween til I'm back clean,
Back clean, whatever that means,
Bloody Mary (x4)

1st verse:

You smell sweet like antifreeze, stays in my clothes like gasoline,
You're straight out of a magazine, but I'm glad you're only looking for a casual thing,
I guess you call that a fling,
Fallen angel, don't be frightening when I flap my wings,
My robe is dirty, my mind is like a roman thirty,
Triple X, thoughts, when I see that ass in jeans, shit
But you can't serve two masters,
One day, I'll move past ya to a new chapter,
switch views like newscasters do and leave you in my past so I'd have to look back for you,
But for now it's back to you,
12 pack of Magnums and a bag of "ooh",
Not your soulmate, but I ate the whole cake,
and as you wish, you can blow out my candles too,
Cuz

Chorus

2nd verse:

They say when the sons of God, took the daughters of men,
It was the start of the end, as a cardinal sin,
That must've been Solomon's kin,
How'd all this begin,
Feel back to normal, then
Never call you again
I can't front like the shit don't hurt sometimes,
Every man needs water, but thirsts for wine,
Reminded to abstain, when I see the cab stains,
Merlot, on the fur coat, blot out the past pain,
We got our rocks off like we ran the corner,
Your aura, is sorta like quicksand, or mortar,
We gotta grow apart to get these plans in order,
So much living by the minute, that the hour hand is shorter,
They say without discord, that we might get bored,
Order out of chaos, I sometimes miss yours,
I brace my lips for a chance to sip more, but now I got faith,
Something better is in store, cuz

Hook

• Atlanta