volatile at war with my dialogue i'd say there was a god if they could stop this

i snag my tights out on the lawn chair, guess i'm a mess and play the role

lit a cigarette took a drag then ijust flipped it place went boom boom boom CLAP

the apple dont fall far from the tree/been looking at u so longnow i only see me

its 4am and shes out there with her razorsharp tongue stuck to skinny cigarettes

if u wanna see me falling over and failing we're closer to being on the samepage

talk to me in your own made-up language doesn't matter if i understand it

who the fuck are you? i'm a BRAT when i'm bumpin' that

neon orange drinks on the beach, four generations make up a family

only eat at the good restaurants but honestly im always thinking bout my weight

when im on stage sometimes i lie say i love singing those songs you left behind

all up in my head replayin all my worst regrets, i shot myself i'm born to lose