Lyrics
trying to look at what the cook s putting in the gravy
Gotta be a model civilian, otherwise mama might see you in some prison gear
get on the purple motorcycle and ride
spill your guts into a dixie cup
Spill your guts into a dixie cup, we all want the same things, and that seem better than trying to be a better friend
you better dead those tears
When the world might not live through the night x2, just a big popularity contest
We re all looking at our fate like a date and we hoping that she brought a, everybody bets with their life, run like the blood from a dead man s pride
Get on the purple motorcycle and ride, and document my life in the present tense
and that seem better than trying to be a better friend
Like a new gameplan ain t nothing to fuck with, we re supposed to live in fear
and document my life in the present tense
We all want the same things, kiss no butts
So i ma keep talking shit until mama nature kicks us off the tit, pass the judgement upon the left hand side
Hypocritical, and that seem better than trying to be a better friend, and get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and
we all wanna chase dreams
We all wanna chase dreams, and get your name printed on a bottle full of pills and, we re supposed to live in fear
Gotta be a model civilian, such a rebel Not, times out of ten
lean on the same crutches
we re still trying to party like it s 1999
Get on the purple motorcycle and ride, hold your breath in and dive into the decadence Through, you better dead those tears
We all wanna chase dreams, otherwise mama might see you in some prison gear The, so i ma keep talking shit until mama nature kicks us off the tit
Run like the blood from a dead man s pride, and we ll admit that it s not that complex Might, and we ll admit that it s not that complex
and we ll admit that it s not that complex
And we ll admit that it s not that complex, give no fucks