Though you might think you're cute It's not so giggly, when you prance around acting like you're a somebody Growing up in this good for nothing town Saying, "I'm gonna make, I'll get out"
Well good luck, when all you'll ever be Is just a dreamer, stop convincing me Otherwise, with actions you hold with dignity Like dropping out of college 'cause it's quote unquote "Getting the best of me"
Free from the life that will be our demise Like searching around for some real occupation, 'cause you say well "I've got connections man" I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you But you'll just be at home Face-first in a bowl and I'll say "Well, where did he go?"
Working back-room at Staples just for the extra money 'Cause you already live off your parents and your friend's weed Living each day by some new decree "Well if I just wait around things will surely come to me!"
Might as well just throw away your dreams and aspirations 'Cause truth be told they won't just fall in your lap Now I'm not saying I want you out of my life But I'll go grab your coat and hat
Free from the life that will be our demise Like searching around for some real occupation, 'cause you say well "I've got connections man" I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you But you'll just be at home Face-first in a bowl and I'll say "Well, where did he go?"
I've been tryna think of ways to say this without spraying it But I can't cause I'm up in your face Talking to you Searching around for answers and clues Of why you have nothing to do
Free from the life that will be our demise Like searching around for some real occupation, 'cause you say well "I've got connections man" I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you But you'll just be at home Face-first in a bowl and I'll say "Well, where did he go?"
Let the shotgun shells of your parents graduating class, light up your eyes (x4) (Free from the life that will be our demise Like searching around for some real occupation 'cause you say well "I've got connections man" I'll search long, I'll search long and hard for you But you'll just be at home Face-first in a bowl and I'll say "Well, where did he go?")
Now don't call me cute And don't say I'm giggly 'Cause I'm getting the fuck outta here, you'll all see I'm actually running around chasing my dreams You won't say, "Where did he go?" about meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
