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At best, all you'd ever be Is pretty, green and wrecked with industry You make me try so hard to not give a fuck But I think I might love your guts You make me wanna do yuppie shit with you You make me wanna lie a lot Like I would take you to the flyest spots And don't just stay in getting high a lot In a panic room that's built for two I dig your ribs, I dig your skin, I dig your leopard print, I'm in I'm down to drink cheap, think cheap and sleep all through next week But the truth is out there, it's sipping bourbon and plotting its revenge I hope you brought some friends for my friends Whatever moment you're trying to have It isn't happening It isn't happening Whatever moment you're trying to have It isn't happening I'll make damn sure of that And it's the same plan as last week Swallow, wallow, scowl, and repeat I down charisma by the cup And how'd I get so charming? SongtexteIt's a party, this shit is just so dope! I'm blowing chunks through my nose! Then when it's time to hit the road You paw the wheel back to the curb We're losing traction, it's just a fraction of my concern The bait-and-exchange is a game I don't wanna play no more But you keep asking Gasps fill in my memory gaps And whistle back across synapses So just keep asking It isn't happening I love your guts "You wassup girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't tryna stress you, but Ima let you know Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em Girl, you be killing 'em, you be killing 'em" Aus Songtexte Mania