DeadliestCatch
Deadliest catch
I'm wide awake, but don't care if I crash
Deadliest catch
I'm in the way so nothing can pass
Deadliest catch
Look at your face fucking covered in glass
Deadliest catch
If we run away we'd be nothing but stats
Deadliest catch
I'm wide awake, but don't care if I crash
Deadliest catch
I'm in the way so nothing can pass
Deadliest catch
Look at your face fucking covered in glass
Deadliest catch
If we run away we'd be nothing but stats
Yeah, yeah, nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, yeah nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
I just walked outside and planted trees
I'ma watch them grow
I can't get my hands out of grease
Slimy like tadpole
It's like fucking 95 degrees
So I gotta go
She can't get down on her knees
Yeah, I don't like it though
But if you need you some-some of these
Then just call my phone
If you see a guy in the street
Just leave him alone
Drop a dollar on my fucking feet
I'ma kick it home
Help me help me out of fuckin' here
I'ma, ah-ah-ah
I'm just driving right in my car down the street
I'm just driving in my car right down the street
I'm just driving in my fucking car down the street
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make'm do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull, horse
I'm wide awake, but don't care if I crash
Deadliest catch
I'm in the way so nothing can pass
Deadliest catch
Look at your face fucking covered in glass
Deadliest catch
If we run away we'd be nothing but stats
Deadliest catch
I'm wide awake, but don't care if I crash
Deadliest catch
I'm in the way so nothing can pass
Deadliest catch
Look at your face fucking covered in glass
Deadliest catch
If we run away we'd be nothing but stats
Yeah, yeah, nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, yeah, nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, yeah nothing but status
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh
I just walked outside and planted trees
I'ma watch them grow
I can't get my hands out of grease
Slimy like tadpole
It's like fucking 95 degrees
So I gotta go
She can't get down on her knees
Yeah, I don't like it though
But if you need you some-some of these
Then just call my phone
If you see a guy in the street
Just leave him alone
Drop a dollar on my fucking feet
I'ma kick it home
Help me help me out of fuckin' here
I'ma, ah-ah-ah
I'm just driving right in my car down the street
I'm just driving in my car right down the street
I'm just driving in my fucking car down the street
Ah, ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make'm do amends
Papier-mâché skull
Make' em, make' em, make' em do amends
Papier-mâché skull, horse
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Writer(s): Devin Magallanes
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