Fyre - Suburban Angst lyrics

{Intro: Stefan} He has strawberries on his head {1: G Rider} Take what you want, boy, take what you need Take all your hopes and fill them with weed Take all your dreams, replace them with sand Take all your hopes and bury them in land Go to the beach, go to the ocean Go to the heat, drink up all your potion Dive in the water, dive into alcohol Dive into d**, dive into all Drink, drink, drink and smoke, smoke, smoke Laugh, laugh, laugh and joke, joke, joke Smile, smile, smile and cry, cry, cry Live, live, live Die, die, die {2:Swa*k Daddy} Quarter of a century, still ain't grown enough [hit the head club?] with a bottle by my bud Jump by the plane just to feel a little rush Sure past the limits, sleepwalk till dusk [?] ride till numb, [?] Then re-up on some rum, and get this [swa*ky?] too tough I'm a [d ride?] n***a, I never get enough Got something much better, and ya love to call a bus Smoke fiddles in the air, paper plates and cups High power game, not critically acclaimed Don't dance like a clown, put a [?] You got it twisted, your too easily entertained You got a little bit of money, don't sell out your name But [?] boy, you ain't the one to blame Your momma's [?], all cowards do the same Just another [?], only temporary [?] [?] hold on tight, here they come Your either gonna fight or your gonna run I put this ????