Passion
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
I really hate my brain but other people love it
Take it out my head and put it in a bucket
Give it away, lay back and say fuck it
I'm addicted to a passion, don't make any money from it
And I'll fall asleep thinking of you
Instead of what I wanna do
Someone take my brain
I really cannot stay
I can't afford that kind of pain
I cannot take another day
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
I hate the way it feels to be different
But God damnit, what is the difference
God damnit, what is the difference
Between the way the words make the fiction
I aspire to be two times the person you think you see
I wanna be different
I wanna be
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
I really hate my brain but other people love it
Take it out my head and put it in a bucket
Give it away, lay back and say fuck it
I'm addicted to a passion, don't make any money from it
And I'll fall asleep thinking of you
Instead of what I wanna do
Someone take my brain
I really cannot stay
I can't afford that kind of pain
I cannot take another day
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
I hate the way it feels to be different
But God damnit, what is the difference
God damnit, what is the difference
Between the way the words make the fiction
I aspire to be two times the person you think you see
I wanna be different
I wanna be
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
My thoughts are way ahead of me
Cash checks in front of my enemies
Two tickets to a show with one seat
I'm fucked up, but that's me
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Bateman
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