I'm broken but ma' speakers bumping
The basement's flooded
With things I left behind
And nothing ever seems to work for you
I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you
Why the fuck it's you
Why the fuck it's you
I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you
Cruising down a highway
With a chain on
Where the racks gone
Spent it on a fast car
Boutta light up
With the ralph's on
Imma goth star
Imma goth star
Got lot of pills taken
Bottle o decay
In bad lands
Living off the poison in ma' veins
I'm in transit
Yeah I know you never understand it
Bandit, criminal offense you know I planned it
What you think you know bout me
Ripped jeans whip a black limousine
I got lots of plugs on me
I got all the drugs on me
Keep a knife like american psycho
Ain't the life but I'm making it right though
Take a vico
Turn the lights out
Imma pass out
Imma die young
I'm broken but ma' speakers bumping
The basement's flooded
With things I left behind
And nothing ever seems to work for you
I bet you always wonder why the fuck it's you
