I had enough
Addicted to the stuff
Put me in the front seat
Buckled up
I copped a bag
Make up for what you lack
Never met a girl with a tat so black
She wants to play
Baby she wants a taste
Every time she comes around me she said
Damn boy
You’ve got issues
I write love out on her arms
Like bu*terflies
We come alive
Hurry and wait
Bottled up the cage
Pick apart my thoughts
And the people I hate to love
I know you hate me too
Stick to your friends like glue
I hardly notice you
And when you come around it’s proof
That I’ve been dancing with the ghost of you
What’s close to me is close to you
But now we’re fu*king choking on the fumes
Singin’
Damn boy
You’ve got issues
I write love out on her arms
Like bu*terflies
We come alive
Even when it’s dark we ride
It’s money, sex
Influenza
Three bugs on my wrist
I do not give two fu*king sh*ts
We protest
Your agenda
By 4pm I’m lit
I sit and think about my life
Yo please believe
That it’s hard for me to leave
Hard for me to be
Hard to walk away
I’m not okay
We’re not far off
We’re not all lost
I’m not fu*ked up
We’re not far gone
At heart
Some of us are dumb
Damn boy
You’ve got issues
I write love out on her arms
Like bu*terflies
We come alive
Even when it’s dark we ride
Plastic, fascist
No comprendo
It’s hard to be offended
You’re the one who draws the line
We protest
Your agendo
I’m punching out my card
And then I’m punching out the lights
I’m punching out my card
And then I’m punching out the lights
(2x)