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My life feels like it's to-go
Always moving way too slow
Play some shit that makes me feel
All Time Low, i'll fucking squeal
Everytime I'm home I'm pressed
Takes me days to get undressed
Cancel plans and make a mess
Coasting til I get a check
Frost Children for the motherfucking Grammy's
I can guarantee that we're you're favorite enbys
Play this song until your ears bleed
You don't have a choice like force feed
This just might break me
Blow up, Scorsese
Bite my thumb like fuck you
I dealt with you in high school
Always in a spiral
Breaking out the cycle
It's a constant trial
I'm in self-denial
Been a fucking while since I felt so free to wild-out
Imma light a fire in the world just like I made a drought
This is what it's all about
Found another way to shout
(Fook fook!)
That's what Lulu said to me
Always feel at home like it's my private sea anemone
This just might break me
Blow up, Scorsese
Bite my thumb like fuck you
I dealt with you in high school
Signs unfolding
Pry my mind apart
I woke up with a tight fist
Life is just another never-ending crisis
Pry my mind!
Pry my mind!
Dine, unwind!
Have a great time!
I think I'm going through a crunk crisis
Feel so emo that I think I might cry, sis
Pay no mind cuz I'm not getting paid to write this
I just sit around and chill just like a hype kid
Crisis, crunk crisis!
Crisis, crunk crisis!
Hype kid, like a hype kid
Hype kid, I'm a hype kid
WRITERS
David Prost, Luke Prost
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Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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