Freak Baby
Count the stars, no we don't care how far
Away we have to drive to get away from home
We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car
Using your lips to trace my scars
It's a fact
I'm a real freak baby
I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy
When I was little it was violence on the daily
And now that I'm an adult you can call me fucking crazy
Pay me, I don't let these other bitches phase me
(No way)
Amazes me, the guts and the gall and the balls
Damn, you really wanna fight?
You're talking really funny how it's gonna be on sight
So let's go, ride, bonafide
Count the stars, no we don't care how far
Away we have to drive to get away from home
We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car
Using your lips to trace my scars
It's a fact
I'm a real freak baby
I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy
Seeing red and my vision's getting hazy
Fuck, damn, shit
I know that I'm over 18
Nicotine and speed, adrenaline epinephrine
A blessing, I'm wrestling
With the angel singing on my shoulder
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Away we have to drive to get away from home
We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car
Using your lips to trace my scars
It's a fact
I'm a real freak baby
I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy
When I was little it was violence on the daily
And now that I'm an adult you can call me fucking crazy
Pay me, I don't let these other bitches phase me
(No way)
Amazes me, the guts and the gall and the balls
Damn, you really wanna fight?
You're talking really funny how it's gonna be on sight
So let's go, ride, bonafide
Count the stars, no we don't care how far
Away we have to drive to get away from home
We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car
Using your lips to trace my scars
It's a fact
I'm a real freak baby
I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy
Seeing red and my vision's getting hazy
Fuck, damn, shit
I know that I'm over 18
Nicotine and speed, adrenaline epinephrine
A blessing, I'm wrestling
With the angel singing on my shoulder
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine
With the angels singing on my shoulder
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Writer(s): Aaron Curtis Harmon, Isadora Camina
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