Blow Up
Ugh, yuh, yuh, oh
Ugh, yuh, yuh, aye
Ugh, yuh, yuh, oh
Ugh, yuh, yuh
Does college really suck
Or are my friends just duds?
I've been in my bed since 8am
It's 8pm and they ain't called once (fuck)
I remember ending last semester
They were all acting like it's all love
Now it's heading to the end of September
And I'm feeling like our friendships are done
Well fuck you guys from the bottom of my heart
I should hop up in my car
Shift that bitch out of park
Ride until I find my mark
Circle 'round you like a shark
Then crash you up against a brick wall
But the walk is way too fucking far
Any second I might blow up
Only that'll bring me closer
Closer to that feeling of closure
Cause I think I done dropped my clover
Any second I might blow up
Only that'll bring me closer
Closer to that feeling of closure
Cause I think I done dropped my clover
Oh fuck
One by one, I call you up like Rover
But no sir
You can't break my line unless you bulldozer
Motion
Sickness from the speed I turn like I ain't sober
We blow up
Like an IED planted by the Ayatollah
And I don't care if I sound irrational
Or if my facts are wrong
Bitch, that's an afterthought
Acting like it matters, not
Shut up and die, too much the chatterbox
Crossed the line like you're out by the batter's box
But murder, that's a fucking massive jump
Fuck
Ugh, yuh, yuh, aye
Ugh, yuh, yuh, oh
Ugh, yuh, yuh
Does college really suck
Or are my friends just duds?
I've been in my bed since 8am
It's 8pm and they ain't called once (fuck)
I remember ending last semester
They were all acting like it's all love
Now it's heading to the end of September
And I'm feeling like our friendships are done
Well fuck you guys from the bottom of my heart
I should hop up in my car
Shift that bitch out of park
Ride until I find my mark
Circle 'round you like a shark
Then crash you up against a brick wall
But the walk is way too fucking far
Any second I might blow up
Only that'll bring me closer
Closer to that feeling of closure
Cause I think I done dropped my clover
Any second I might blow up
Only that'll bring me closer
Closer to that feeling of closure
Cause I think I done dropped my clover
Oh fuck
One by one, I call you up like Rover
But no sir
You can't break my line unless you bulldozer
Motion
Sickness from the speed I turn like I ain't sober
We blow up
Like an IED planted by the Ayatollah
And I don't care if I sound irrational
Or if my facts are wrong
Bitch, that's an afterthought
Acting like it matters, not
Shut up and die, too much the chatterbox
Crossed the line like you're out by the batter's box
But murder, that's a fucking massive jump
Fuck
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Writer(s): Kevin Cabral
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