Letras
I- I- I don't give a fuck
I don't know nobody at this party
Only came to see your doggie
Tell that bitch I said woof woof what's up gang
We used to be friends till you sold out
How you let em buy your personality? you work at fucking subway
I'm ready to die for these cool ranch chips in my hand
I don't know, that's a metaphor or something
I could turn a opp to a fangirl, reckless abandern
Fucked up, you can't tell me nothing
All my shooters got love in their hearts
I was outside but I'm scared of the dark
Nightlights up to the sky yelling "I just wanna die"
No I don't, I just wanna restart
All my fucking shooters got love in their hearts
All of my computers got memory problems
If they rise up, I'll restart em
Smash em on the wall or the floor or the carpet
Can I draw your eyes for practice?
Can I burn a hole in your mattress?
Can we make out in the bathroom at Safeway?
I don't give a fuck, I don't care bout what your friends say
Can I draw a heart where your chest is?
Can I figure out what to say when we're texting?
Can we smoke a blunt on your porch in the cold, girl it's freezing
It's 200 degrees
And I'm fucking up
I'm fucking up
Yeah yeah
(Antares is in orbit)
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah I'm snoring
I would talk to you but everything you say is boring
I would listen to your shit if you ever recorded
How you say you love it but you never turned the corner?
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Yeah good morning
Time to get that shit you said was all you ever wanted
Fuck the city up Connecticut to California
I just wanna- nevermind, it's not important