Purebred

I'm not the one wanting the vial Delivered to the door Labeled and neat, no heat One hundred percent Pure All tics checked Simple direct No mystery left Smoke without scent I'm not the one taking comfort In the page turn Delusion of the vast cast Backup confirmed New twist hiss Cannot miss Built tolerance Order up this 'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low And I don't have the patience to show, to show you What love, what love, what love What love is What love is I'm the one running From the syringe and the squeeze shoot No pasture, no balm Just this teased Truth Stuck in the shit Shoveling Huffing out mist Pushing against 'Cause I don't have the breath left to low, to low And I don't have the patience to show, to show you What love, what love, what love What love is What love is Unart—Unartificial Unart—Unartificial 'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it) And I don't have the patience to show (show you) 'Cause I don't have the breath left to low (low it) And I don't have the patience to show (show you) I'm standing, I'm standing right— I'm standing, I'm standing right— I'm standing, I'm standing right here What love, what love, what love What love is What love is