Mr. Malaprop

Baby don't mind me, I'm just leaving you this message You prolly didn't see my texts or cards left on the dresser You know I didn't mean what I said 'bout your depression But Kid Cudi often shows that people get a misimpression Poor 'ol Mister Malapropist Red in Linen, Missed the Marxist I know I overbound all the steps when we meet I myself get tired making out with my feet But if you stick with me, baby we could make it cheddar I'll paw before I speak and I will write it out in letters Poor ol Mr. Malapropist Thinks in strings and speaks in knots of turn The words that I'm looking for are Found on a milk carton I dropped Much to my charred grin I give up! On playing safe with tongues cause Blood flies when you're having fun! Poor old Mr. Malapropist Read in Lenin, Missed the Marxist Poor ol' Mr. Malaprop Thinks in strings and speaks in knots Poor old Mr. Malapropist Read in Lenin, Missed the Marxist Poor ol' Mr. Malaprop Thinks in strings and speaks in knots