Turning tricks on the hood of Jasmine's car   That whole summer was really just too peculiar   You know I would have given it up to almost anybody   Who had a little bit of money and was sweet to me   Yeah, I was down to give it up to almost anyone   Who was sweet to me      It was rough, we had to crawl down to the basement   For to hide from this digital wolf   He had no eyes but he could see using electric rays   Biting the prick that feeds me in my sister's bathroom   How can I function, man, in the face of all this butchery?      My mind is exploding with sloppy murders   They really poison my sexuality   How can I function?   There's no more Apollonian beauty to behold      Lille venn, my heart is not dead   It's just bad weather in my temporary head   In my temporary head   Momma, my heart's not dead   It's just bad weather in my temporary head