There's a crowd in the pit and I feel birds on the pocket

And blood in my toes now itch like a heart attack, yeah

You're stuck in a world of sound, you can hang it off

Fresh light out of town when you wish for another ride

Hold on, hold on, can you take it?

Hold on, hold on, turning your back on me

Figure my enemy Oh, turn it on, turn it on

Can you take it, turn it on, turn it on Laying your eyes on me Like it's so hard to see

There's a crowd and a beat and I feel them shawty pocket

And blood in my pores now itch like a heart attack, yeah

You're stuck in a world of sound You can add up

First night out of town when you wish for another ride

Come and get to me once or twice

Trying to let it be is one good advice.

You can always be as cold as ice.

But one day you will be paying the price

There's a crowd in a pit and I feel boots on the pocket And blood in my clothes now itch like a heart attack, yeah You're stuck in a world of sound, you can't handle Flashlight out of time and you wish for another ride

Two, three, four.

To the freshman.