Six Feet Deep
Rip my heart out
You could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with Endless sensation
Wake up to you face It Got jaded
So high I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade
6 am
She pull up in the Benz
Saying fuck all of my friend
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
Rip my heart out
You could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with Endless sensation
Wake up to you face It Got jaded
So high I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade
6 am
She pull up in the Benz
Saying fuck all of my friend
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
I know why she won't walk
Feel-in like all these walls could talk
I stop and stare
And wonder where you been
And tell whoever stole your heart they win
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
You could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with Endless sensation
Wake up to you face It Got jaded
So high I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade
6 am
She pull up in the Benz
Saying fuck all of my friend
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
Rip my heart out
You could test my patience
Now my day ends whenever she say it
Call the tax man asking for vacation
Loaded up with Endless sensation
Wake up to you face It Got jaded
So high I never thought that I would I make it
Past the 6th grade
6 am
She pull up in the Benz
Saying fuck all of my friend
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
I know why she won't walk
Feel-in like all these walls could talk
I stop and stare
And wonder where you been
And tell whoever stole your heart they win
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
Now your six feet deep
Since we started in the basement
Looking at the hills so close I could taste it
Credits
Writer(s): Theodore Rubin, Luke Wild, Christian Del Mar
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