I've got it all worked out. I've gotta take it slow. I've gotta find myself, and sell my shit, and move to Mexico. And you always knew I would sell it if I could. The Devil made me do it, so it oughta be good.
And now I'm cash trippin'. Heart broken. You keep quittin'. I keep smokin'. Realise when I resist, you hit me where it hurts, I've got to catch you with a kiss on the fist.
Da, da, da, da
You've got your makeup on, like bruises on your knees. I ain't tryin' to judge you baby, ain't to proud to beg you please. I wanna lay your body down, kiss your head goodnight. I never need permission if I'm singin' it right.
And now I'm cash trippin'. Heart broken. You keep quittin'. I keep smokin'. Realise when I resist, you hit me where it hurts, I've got to catch you with a kiss on the fist.
What happened to a life less ordinary? Fuck it's scary. You've gone and done your time. You've paid up all your debt. You got high.
I've gotta get my fix. I need the novelty. I'm the lazy, narcissistic, arrogant bourgeoisie. I get cheaper every day. Selling off my soul. But I put the hard cocked rock into roll.
And now I'm cash trippin'. Heart broken. You keep quittin'. I keep smokin'. Realize when I resist, you hit me where it hurts, I've got to catch you with a kiss on the fist.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
