She Tryna China Fuck Porcelain Fuckin’ Mine

She tryna China, porcelain fuck mine, Tiptoe through the cabinet, neon divine, Got a little crack where the moonlight shines, She says, “Handle with care,” but she’s crossing the lines. She tryna China, fuck porcelain mine, Ceramic heartbeat keeping strange-ass time, She rattles the saucers, she bends the design, Whole damn kitchen going out porcupine. Teacup tremble, sugar bowl grin, Something in the cupboard wants to let her in, She whispers in riddles through a porcelain glazed face, Then vanishes laughing without leaving a trace. She tryna China, porcelain mine brooo, Painting little galaxies along the fine line yo, If you drop this dream, it'll shatter just right, So hold that weird frunkquency all through the night. China fuvk around! Porcelain mine! Crack in the glaze and a starfield inside, China fuckin piss me off! Losing the plot, She found the secret that the teapot ferngot .