Free Drink Ticket Lyrics - Rub - Peaches

Crush it, it's what I must do 

You crossed the line, and I'm not havin' it 

I can't control it, eyeroll over it 

You're shit now, I'm on my side 

Confront, fuck your front 

You'll go crap to crap, I'm not havin' that 

Spit it out, you can't? 

Let me spit for you, or on you 

Lookin' out for number one, that's me 

I'm number fuckin' one, no sympathy for your weakness 

You chickenshit 

Fumbling, falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom 

Fumbling, falling, I wanna hear you hit bottom 

I wanna see you break your fall 

I know you're falling 

I wanna kick you when you're down, yes I'm angry, yes I am 

How quick it can switch 

Chickenshit 

Hide in your little bar where you're the king of free drink tickets 

Wow, impressive 

Impress what you do with a little bit of power 

I wanna be there when you implode 

Measly little power 

Another free drink for you? 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed-up chowder 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed-up chowder 

I gave and you pretended, I gave and you pretended 

Who the fuck are you, I have no idea 

You were shitting on me, how could not smell it, fuck you 

Answer me, answer any one of my questions 

Okay, ask me anything, spit it out, spit 

Let me spit for you, spineless coward 

Can't fuckin' stand liars 

I want you to slip away, fade into the night 

Skin so gray, touch so empty, I want to hurt you now 

I think bad thoughts about you 

People say life's too short, but I need to feel this 

Go get your free drink 

Go get your free drink 

Go get your free drink 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed-up chowder 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed up chowder 

Congratulations on being such a fucking good liar 

Congratulations on not getting caught for so many years 

Congratulations on being the most evasive person I had ever known 

I'm in so much fuckin' pain right now, I want you to feel it 

I want to rip you apart with my bare hands, I want to crush your bones 

I want to cut you 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed-up chowder 

Your personality turned to white powder 

Your brain's clammed-up chowder 

Another free drink ticket? 

Will that make it okay? 

Drink up, bitch