Lyrics

(And the oscar goes to) I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you I wanna go 83, drive off a bridge with me I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight Tell my sister that I miss her Tell my brother I was wrong Tell my mother that I love her Tell my father to be strong Tell my cousins, and their cousins, and my nieces and nephews Tell my uncles, aunts, and auntiеs, grandma's, grandpa's, grandma too Tell my friends that it's okay, know I'm with you every day Nothing's ever gonna change even if we separate Tell my lover that I'm sorry for these days I couldn't save Know I love you from the morning to the night I drive away I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight There's a sickness in my head, keeps me lying in my bed Orange light from the morning sun, it's me, no, oops, I did it again Oay, I'll turn off all the screens Okay, I'll scroll off all the feeds Feed the children to the beast just to keep their numbers green Shoutout to my girl named Lexi, keepin' my brain real healthy Keeping me cool Tats all over her neckies, sayin' she's glad that she met me Girl, me too Finger in the air like "check please!" Ass lookin' fat like a pair of old Etnies Been stewing these beats so long in a homemade pot Should I sell 'em on etsy? Fuck a two-door, give me that four-door E39 or the B7RS 'Cause if I'm goin' off the motherfuckin' bridge I'ma do it with a skid, J-turn lookin' flawless 6'4 in the room, in person Red light put me in the dark, I'm perfect Dropped outta college, chrysalis burstin' Spin a butterfly, masked up like a surgeon Chop this shit like it's on a roll, bitch Put the only IVs in my window brain Lookin' around I see copies of me Like you bitches run Michael soft Binbows eight I want the top like a cymbal clang Kick the bass pedal like that bitch second stage Do a couple fuckin' double triple paradiddles On my snare drum while they just around and sayin' Awesome, oh wow Like totally freak me out I feel like I could be gunned down any second, hear the sound, bang Awesome, oh wow Like totally freak me out I feel like I could be gunned down any second, anytime soon (Wow, it's a new record) (Shut up, Jakey!)
Writer(s): Jacob Matthew Christensen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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