[Verse 1]
Since I'm putting down all
Of the true things around but I like it
I handed down the crown
Given the j**els and the answers of may
The thought of being ousted comes and goes
When I think about it the wind blows
I hate it (6x)
[Verse 2]
Run me out of town
Somewhere a move might intended a gown at
Pissed at all the bowels
Always the blues and a delicate smile
Missed all of the sideways
Gull and noun
Chills and petty band-aids wrapped around
Good grief