The poetâs a genius,
Its something I donât see,
Why would a genius be trippin on me?
And thereâs looking and another ,
Why he canât see is that Iâm looking through his eyes,
So many lies behind his eyes.
N tell me stories from your past,
And sing me songs you wrote before.
I tell u this my Poison Prince,
Youâll soon be knocking on Heavenâs door.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors,
So that we can dance the night away.
Who said life was easy,
Who said life was fair,
Who said no one gives a dam,
And no one even cared.
The way youâre acting now,
Like you left that all behind.
Youâve given up,
Youâve given in,
And Iâm a sucker of that kind.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
With your eyes in daze.
Some kind of Poison Prince,
Your life is like a maze.
And what we all want and what we all crave,
Is open up these doors ,
So that we can dance the night away
