WORST WAYS TO DIE
(Fucking bitch!)
(Black skies) This what it takes to be a dog, be a dog
Chains on me hammered to the lawn, be a doll
Range that I got could kill a dove from a mile away
Even if you love me, I'm sorry, shit's gettin' ugly
If this what it takes to blow up, gimme love (baby)
Throw it up like at the party we stole the world (baby)
When these windows up, you could say what you're thinkin'
Just don't expect me to respond when I'm too busy drinkin' 'bout it
So scared of everyone
It's my fault I should learn to run
(Fucking bitch!)
So scared of growing up
In my world we could dance for fun
Bitch! Yo!
Mostly untold partly
Until there's all this dark in me
You're just so ghostly
You shock me 'till I wanna leave
I try, open up
Doctor's little runner-up
Parking, gears sparking
You make me cry to make me tough
(To make me tough, to make me tough-) (Yo!)
I grew up too fast! I grew up too fast
To die so young, man, why the hell you do that?
(With the chrome dented smell of a baseball bat)
To the back! Party people! To the back, To the back!
Run it back like the first time you and your girl lapsed
This the end, It's the end, run this over the hill
Tell your friends and peers to prepare
I am going to hell for you
So scared of everyone
It's my fault I should learn to run
I'm So scared of growing up
In my world we could dance for fun
(Black skies) This what it takes to be a dog, be a dog
Chains on me hammered to the lawn, be a doll
Range that I got could kill a dove from a mile away
Even if you love me, I'm sorry, shit's gettin' ugly
If this what it takes to blow up, gimme love (baby)
Throw it up like at the party we stole the world (baby)
When these windows up, you could say what you're thinkin'
Just don't expect me to respond when I'm too busy drinkin' 'bout it
So scared of everyone
It's my fault I should learn to run
(Fucking bitch!)
So scared of growing up
In my world we could dance for fun
Bitch! Yo!
Mostly untold partly
Until there's all this dark in me
You're just so ghostly
You shock me 'till I wanna leave
I try, open up
Doctor's little runner-up
Parking, gears sparking
You make me cry to make me tough
(To make me tough, to make me tough-) (Yo!)
I grew up too fast! I grew up too fast
To die so young, man, why the hell you do that?
(With the chrome dented smell of a baseball bat)
To the back! Party people! To the back, To the back!
Run it back like the first time you and your girl lapsed
This the end, It's the end, run this over the hill
Tell your friends and peers to prepare
I am going to hell for you
So scared of everyone
It's my fault I should learn to run
I'm So scared of growing up
In my world we could dance for fun
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Gibbs
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