Lyrics

Count the stars, no we don't care how far Away we have to drive to get away from home We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car Using your lips to trace my scars It's a fact I'm a real freak baby I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy When I was little it was violence on the daily And now that I'm an adult you can call me fucking crazy Pay me, I don't let these other bitches phase me (No way) Amazes me, the guts and the gall and the balls Damn, you really wanna fight? You're talking really funny how it's gonna be on sight So let's go, ride, bonafide Count the stars, no we don't care how far Away we have to drive to get away from home We're playing shoegaze and kissing in the car Using your lips to trace my scars It's a fact I'm a real freak baby I don't give a fuck if they call me crazy Seeing red and my vision's getting hazy Fuck, damn, shit I know that I'm over 18 Nicotine and speed, adrenaline epinephrine A blessing, I'm wrestling With the angel singing on my shoulder With the angels singing on my shoulder Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine With the angels singing on my shoulder Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine With the angels singing on my shoulder Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine With the angels singing on my shoulder Nicotine and speed adrenaline epinephrine With the angels singing on my shoulder
Writer(s): Aaron Curtis Harmon, Isadora Camina Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out