I am so sorry
Please understand
We could be the perfect story
But I just cant take your hand
Because you're dancing with the dead
Blast it
I dont wanna hear all that shit
and thats it
No more dinner with ratchets
fact is
Everybody needs their ass kicked
I do you too so have at it
Gas it
Who crashes the fastest
smack in the back of my adolescence
Smash it
Late but passed the classes
goin on dates with the ass with glasses
I dreamt of playin massives
jumpin off stage and the hotel mattress
Now I cant afford the gas just
to get me out to wherever the cash is