Picture Perfect (feat. .thrax)
Cute little town with a murder house
Down the block, a couple girls pour a bottle out
All the boys, they're going missing with no whereabouts
Picture perfect till we're worthless from the word of mouth
Beautiful day in the neighbourhood
I think I'm crazy, just maybe
Driven to fate in the home I was raised
Live-in daydreams, no hope of escaping
Chillin' at a party
With Rubinoff and Molly
Hello, hello
You can drop a body
If you have got the money
To burn, to burn
Said I'm from a city where they miss me
But don't give me hope
See fiends, they smoke and show you
How to make the honour roll
They hate the different, judging, looking how your pockets fold
A high school junkie show you
Just how far a dollar goes
See isn't it funny
You could've loved me, old people judge me
It's so disgusting
You keep going home
They don't change what they want to be
See bodies and drugs
We kept getting old but missing the love
Your brother just died
You act like a man but deep down you're gone
Stuck in time, it's like the 80s keep on fuckin coming
So much old-school shit in this new republic
Take a grab bag view, play it off as lucky
State a few half-truths all for God and country
Beautiful day in the neighbourhood
I think I'm crazy, just maybe
Driven to fate in the home I was raised
Live-in daydreams, no hope of escaping
Down the block, a couple girls pour a bottle out
All the boys, they're going missing with no whereabouts
Picture perfect till we're worthless from the word of mouth
Beautiful day in the neighbourhood
I think I'm crazy, just maybe
Driven to fate in the home I was raised
Live-in daydreams, no hope of escaping
Chillin' at a party
With Rubinoff and Molly
Hello, hello
You can drop a body
If you have got the money
To burn, to burn
Said I'm from a city where they miss me
But don't give me hope
See fiends, they smoke and show you
How to make the honour roll
They hate the different, judging, looking how your pockets fold
A high school junkie show you
Just how far a dollar goes
See isn't it funny
You could've loved me, old people judge me
It's so disgusting
You keep going home
They don't change what they want to be
See bodies and drugs
We kept getting old but missing the love
Your brother just died
You act like a man but deep down you're gone
Stuck in time, it's like the 80s keep on fuckin coming
So much old-school shit in this new republic
Take a grab bag view, play it off as lucky
State a few half-truths all for God and country
Beautiful day in the neighbourhood
I think I'm crazy, just maybe
Driven to fate in the home I was raised
Live-in daydreams, no hope of escaping
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Writer(s): Zachary Martin Ciampa, Marquee Peters, Aaron Pillette
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