We sink into the couch
I know it's getting old
I lied to get you out
But you broke through the mold
How will we make this into that
We are slowly dying
Lick my wounds, I'm a wounded cat
Meow, meow, meow
I keep the beating pulse
I know, I know, I know
Keeping me behind locked doors
Whatcha gonna do with that pot pipe?
Better put it down and get yourself right
Puffing on that green
Tryna live the f*cking high-life
Swerving on the road
Got you shining in the headlights
Roll another bone
Burn it down with a Bic light
Give each other hell
Getting tired of the fist fight
All things end and this I know
Wind me up and watch me go
Watch me go
Watch me go