I could've got a job at McDonald's, but I like curly fries
That's a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys
Could've got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownin' shit
And I like makin' shit, and I like sellin' it
Could've peaked when I was in high school, but I had bigger plans
Could've took the time out to find you, but you ain't understand
You don't gotta leave for them to define you
Cause what did you demand when everybody out to define you
Without a circle stance?
Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number?
Okay, I called him, and they said I got the wrong number
I was tryna be Pac when I was younger, dreamin' of better days
I don't see my mom no more, remind me of bad weather days
If you got a problem with me, try some other guy
I let you know I'm a dog, I eat the cat alive
But really though, I'm alone, cause I don't stick around
And yes, I know it's my fault, so put your finger down
I would keep this shit pent up, if it weren't for my mom
If it weren't for the junk, yeah, I don't like to lie
Guess it's time to do months, should've opened up my mouth more
Show him what my fist for, let him get a fistful
Caught up in the lust, man
Red running man, strip killers on bed stand
Black eyes, bloody sheet, there where your feet stand
We should get a new plan, maybe some more fun
I love it when the people go wild for me
Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me
I love it when the people go wild for me
Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me
Baby, I been trippin' off them, tie me up and send them off
I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cell, your love won't elevate again
Baby, I been trippin' off them, tie me up and send them off
I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cell, your love won't elevate again
I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up
I'm a shithead son, and I'm bad at growing up
My life ain't been the same since my dog died
Since my girl left, I quit drinking and drugging
And still can't get ahead, been at a loss for words
It seems I'm destined to fall apart when I'm depressed
It's all a test, scream at God from my bedside
I glue my hands together, life got me hog tied
There's no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car
And a new house, here's the cars to prove it
I spin a little wheel when I'm feeling moody
And that's like all the time, try not to mind the clock
Because my heart is ticking, I smoke a pack a day and
I wish I didn't, having some trouble quitting
I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland
I was hardly in it, most of the time I'm hidden
Anxious and patient and always wanting something different
I hate the way I'm feeling, I'm sick of chasing feelings
Baby, I been trippin' off them, tie me up and send them off
And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cell, I won't elevate again
Baby, I been trippin' off them, tie me up and send them off
And I been on a mission for it, I just want my own apartment
I just want a space with my old best friend
Lock me in your cell, I won't elevate again
