Letras
My mom, I'm kind of missing when we
Sat inside of Krispy Kreme
Wore those paper hats
Nasal drop, Attila the Hun
Gasolina, prodigal son
Of yours that can't go back
No, I've not been living
The way that you taught me at all
My turn to grow up
But how am I supposed to change
If I never get caught?
I am supposed to change, I, I wanna get caught