Paramount
It's bout that time
To Say what's on my mind
I'm far from apple pie
I've shitted out my pride
Laugh out loud
Depressed and feeling down
But no longer on the ground
I'm headed towards the clouds
Hope I don't have to come back to soon
Cause i don't want to breath in the hurt
I don't want deal with the world
Prolly done every little thing I can do
I don't want to breath in the hurt
I know it"s the end of the world
Get your affairs in order
American born but its global warming
Fake news aint important
But who am I to tell you bout the need to abort it
Oversized can't store it
The baggage to much from start you lose us
The heart to win but surround by losers
The environment is the product choosa's
What the bible say
Bring the loaded ruga
I chose violence
My mind doesn't mine that im gone die trying
If mama was alive she would alt my lining
Get me straighter
Apple cider vin again
My good morn flavor
I mean grand rising
As I go higher
I care less and less about first
More or less about the earth
Tunnel vision to the sun
Hope I don't have to come back to soon
Cause i don't want to breath in the hurt
I don't want deal with the world
Prolly done every little thing I can do
I don't want to breath in the hurt
I know it"s the end of the world
It's bout that time
To Say what's on my mind
I'm far from apple pie
I've shitted out my pride
Laugh out loud
Depressed and feeling down
But no longer on the ground
I'm headed towards the clouds
To Say what's on my mind
I'm far from apple pie
I've shitted out my pride
Laugh out loud
Depressed and feeling down
But no longer on the ground
I'm headed towards the clouds
Hope I don't have to come back to soon
Cause i don't want to breath in the hurt
I don't want deal with the world
Prolly done every little thing I can do
I don't want to breath in the hurt
I know it"s the end of the world
Get your affairs in order
American born but its global warming
Fake news aint important
But who am I to tell you bout the need to abort it
Oversized can't store it
The baggage to much from start you lose us
The heart to win but surround by losers
The environment is the product choosa's
What the bible say
Bring the loaded ruga
I chose violence
My mind doesn't mine that im gone die trying
If mama was alive she would alt my lining
Get me straighter
Apple cider vin again
My good morn flavor
I mean grand rising
As I go higher
I care less and less about first
More or less about the earth
Tunnel vision to the sun
Hope I don't have to come back to soon
Cause i don't want to breath in the hurt
I don't want deal with the world
Prolly done every little thing I can do
I don't want to breath in the hurt
I know it"s the end of the world
It's bout that time
To Say what's on my mind
I'm far from apple pie
I've shitted out my pride
Laugh out loud
Depressed and feeling down
But no longer on the ground
I'm headed towards the clouds
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Parker
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