Texty:
I Set My Friends On Fire

sidewalk to my door. Take me back inside and throw my trench-coat on the floor. Lead me back into my bedroom, And make me put my clothes back on. Grab

of SILENCE! Take a break, motherfucker, turn into asterism I'm just racing on the orbit, like how the fuck did I get here? Here you go, turn it in, or I

in bed! I Set My Friends on Fire, Bitch! What? Girl you like a Starbucks you on every block, Keepin' me up all night like that caffeine riding on ma

Here comes a time in every mans life When he grows hair where it used to be bare I know you're feeling weird, but you should be happy You don't have

All your marsupial annotations That you carry around may ring Through their ears But to us make no sound. We never asked you to squat On our intricacies

X4] Will they sing it to others? Create, cognize, and recognize! If music was my mistress, I'd have a reason to sing. No my darling if music was a woman

't! I am scared, Of what I'll see... I'm not a perfect picture portrait, But I am working on it! I've been thinking about being cool, I must have to admit

I'll pull my jeans below my waist, And give yo tounge a sour sour taste. Not of this drink, but of my skeet, Now watch me alternate my feet. (Chorus)

I was to busy picturing you dead. (x2) (... I thought you would be and everything you thought I thought before it and everything You were up-beat I was thinking that but i