Bookie's Dirtbag

Degenerates, felons and people with weapons We got one thing in common, that's to go and feed the depression But serotonin likes to phone in when she peeps in the mentions I see her name again, reminds me that I'm alien to her Maybe I'm absurd But it makes my brain go crazier I try to save myself from hurt But maybe fate will re-occur I never had a chance to even explain (And then she let me know) She doesn't even seem to know my name 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah Ohhh Yeah I fucking suck at this shit their calling that life stuff I must live it up everyday like a nightclub Michelin stars Having dinner with Nicki Minaj But you aint jealous cause you live it and kick it with stars (Her boyfriends a dick) And he's okay with that Because in his head he feels she's just gonna take him back (Ah yeah) I never had a chance to even explain (And then she let me know) She doesn't even seem to know my name 'Cause I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Yeah, I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby Listen to Iron Maiden, baby, with me, ooh Oh, yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missin' Yeah, yeah yeah, Oh Yeah (long note held) Bookies little dirtbag All she needs is her bag No one else can touch it for her No one else can touch it for her All I wanna know is would you tell me All I wanna know is what you tell me I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby Come with me Friday, don't say maybe I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby, like you Yeah Oh, yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missin' Oh, yeah, dirtbag No, she doesn't know what she's missin'