cutthroat

Where do you go when it's all in your fucking head?
I'm on my own now, it's all good, I'm fucking dead
I put a bullet through the days when I'm in my bed
Where do you go?
Where you going, bitch, the bottle's gonna follow you
We've been through it, know it's all at the bottom now
We're all gonna die
I guess that's alright
Where do you go when it's all in your fucking head?
Where do you go when it's all in your fucking head?
Where do you go when it's all in your fucking head?
Where do you go when it's all in your fucking head?

She a cutthroat
Pull up in a cutthroat
Put em in the trunk, the same place that the guns go
Any way out
Yeah, I'm in the playhouse
Go on, you can't play me
Now they wanna play now

Now they wanna play now
Now they wanna play now
Now they wanna play now
Now they wanna play now

Here we go again
It's another argument
Everything I should've bought
Yeah, you price it in
It's okay to cut me off
I think you priced it in
Back and forth
Forth and back
Like a violin
You just can't see all the time I spent
You just can't be without some turbulence
You just can't speak without some violence
Oh shit, where's your Vicodin?
All the questions, what's with all the questions?
Thought I said the first time: you don't have affection
All the questions, what's with all the questions?
Thought I said the first time: you don't have affection

She a cutthroat
Pull up in a cutthroat
Put em in the trunk, the same place that the guns go
Any way out
Yeah, I'm in the playhouse
Go on, you can't play me
Now they wanna play now
She a cutthroat
Pull up in a cutthroat
Put em in the trunk, the same place that the guns go
Any way out
Yeah, I'm in the playhouse
Go on, you can't play me
Now they wanna play now