[Verse 1: IndigoSpencer]
Cold shoulder, wanna see you in the morn' when I roll over
Moreover, never grow of boredom, nor tired
The question that transpires is, "Am I really sober?"
Lose control of my motors, affluent
Could you be my Jesus and Judas? Ruthless
It's still new to me this
Indulging in bliss, without a hint of ignorance
Never dismissive to my misses, you get the jist
And, just as I was bout' to call it quits
I rebound, my heartbeat pound so loud
Look at myself from third person and say "I'm proud"
Rest on the ninth cloud, its been a long day
Can we take a trip? Can we go away?
Bong rip, can't feel my face
Who needs to anyway?
Lead a young j**el astray, for fun that's strange
In exchange, feel estranged
As I stick the tip of the pain in my veins
Can't feel anything as it's coursing through my veins
[Hook: IndigoSpencer]
But gosh dang, lord have Murcielago
Looking at life through my beer goggles
It's full throttle
Hope we can remain all the way
Through the pain, through the strain
It's still strange
How you look at me in that way
[Verse 2: IndigoSpencer]
Burned bridges, I tend to repent
Never sacrificed to lent
With my vices I tend to vent
Born in the womb of hell but heaven-sent
Thinking about what it all really meant
It's sinking in, or swim
That light's dim
Inhale it in with criminal intent
Intent on sacrificing it all for yall' ladies and gents
In a second it could all end
I mean f** geez
But a pair of parents f**
And in the blink of an eye a zygote's conceived
Leave your mark fore' you have to leave
Embark on a one of a kind worthwhile life's journey
Your burning soul's yearning
Constant mind develop as you always learning
Milk the talent from the nipple
You're like the bu*ter fore' you churn it
Even I had to work up the courage
14 months just to get my f**in' learner's permit
Don't understand the concept of f**in' life insurance
I mean kinda sorta, drats
But this diploma congrats, you f**in' earned it
Not concerned if
I can prosper in the real world
But I'm a plane without the turbulence
Who's found a real nice girl
Who I might've hit, but I'll be making hits
I'll be the f**in' sh** b**h
Dark in my mind I find
Still lookin for the f**in' light switch
Hit or miss, every day'll feel like f**in' Christmas
As there's nonexistence on my wishlist
Bound' to k** it for the next umpteen Christmas
I'll cherish
Just have to plant my feet and follow Polaris
[Hook]