All Bets Off - Dirty Boy lyrics

His sly ways this haze of ill magic a waste of space it tastes so tragic you fall from grace lose face, lose hold cold like gla** your a** has been sold and now you're nothing but damaged goods and now you're nothing but damaged goods provoke, revoke you broke, he grew you choke, evoke the joke's on you dirty boy, silly girl, dirty boy and now you're nothing but damaged goods and now you're nothing but damaged goods