Tekst piosenki
They just squeeze my brain
Gettin’ off onpain
Drippin; down your face like i am lemonade
Hypnotizing for the days
Getting off on pain
Drippin; down your face like i am lemonade
They say: Go, be an adult!
Where guns and knoves are an antidote
To retain some kind of self-control
Sip amphetamine through a telescope
You arase all ythe calls from my telephone
No sense of smile
Maybe tell a koje
Holdin; back you tears
Singin; cynicla
Syllables, yeah
Let’s take a hit on a pipe dream
Was taht fate or mistake
Cause that timing up
That parts of my mind don;t get much blood
You want somebody dead?
Mummy, call me up
You look like a twisted Robinhood
Do yoy take from tha rich and the poor and us?
Wearin diamond shoes when you walk your pubs
In a time you curate where these ain’t no love
