Pack your bags, we're going south
We're going home
Make some friends, you've got time
You're moving slow
Learn to drive, get a job and cut it short
With your deadbeat girlfriend
You don't know what the world
Will throw at you
You're not a kid, so shut your mouth a

I'm gonna be a pop star
So I can go make my mother proud of me
She never believed in the music industry
Every time I showed her one of my songs
She never really cared at all

Goddamn, just wanna see you in the crowd sometime
Because you've seen me break down one too many

Everything is
Better in my dreams
Because you don't have to worry
About all the hardships that
You encounter I wish you’d come sleep with me
The fruits of your labor have
Always been sour but all wounds heal with time

I'll see you at the bottom
You don't gotta w

I don’t wanna talk if it means you’re not gonna listen
It truly is a shame that you have become so complacent
I’m just incognito killing crooked cops and racists
I just got 100k, I used to be a bassist
Despite my accomplishments, I’m knee-deep in the mud
I’m scared to death o