Tattoos and Jeans

Maybe we could try this again I know it's crazy Here in the world that we live You already hate me Paint on the walls and the sky's getting hazy I won't say it's fading But maybe it's changing Tattoos on your forearms They say that you shady You wearing those big jeans Like you from the 80s You mad at your mom now She's checking your safety You keep being stubborn But she calling you pretty I guess I have some trouble when i'm taking these chances I tried to write you back but you declining my answers I wanna take you out maybe we could go dancing But there's no advancing, when you try to You never goin' listen you chasing your mind What's your prescription? cause I think it's time You get a new one and try to find light Try to find light Light Wake up at one grab your vinyls and you start to play em' You got a gun but you shooting in the wrong direction You having fun couple seconds later now you stressing Now you stressing (Whoa) You stressing, you stressing, you stressing (Oh, whoa) You stressing, you stressing, you stressing (Oh) You stressing, you stressing, you stressing (Oh, oh) You stressing, you stressing, you stressing Trippin' on your issues I tried to tell you girl Don't listen to the fools That try to prove you wrong And tell you, you lose Don't get stuck on em' baby I know it drives you crazy But we all need some saving