Day one the lights fade, the music′s full of bass

She's all up in my face, I can′t believe she's so close

Feeling her grind made me lose my mindI'm just plain old take home material, take home material

I keep my fingers crossed

Hoping to find a way to show you what I′m made of

Throw all our worries to the wind

I backtracked, stabbed at you

Followed the tracks to a cabin filled with wooden spoons

Then a shred of lead ripped my hoodie in two

There′s no telling what my evil twin brother wouldn't do

I wake up drenched in sweat

Wondering who I′m lying with

What a joke, there's nothing left to explore

Find myself at the end of a bottle

Laying in your bed hoping to find out where I′m at (The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)

And it′s gone away, my song so long

(The weight can make you trip, but you won't fall down)

Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli

I can't hear you when you are knocking

A less fresh, fresh can of broc′

I′ll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much

Accept fresh, fresh can of broccoli

I can't hear you when you are knocking

A less fresh, fresh can of broc′

I'll be leaning towards a centimeter short of much

As the sun goes down, baby, I′m in town

Hopin' to find someone to take it all

I know I′m right when I say, "Go away"

You get around, oh, you get around, oh

You get around, oh, you're busy fucking everyone

Busy fucking everyone

Oh, you're busy fucking everyone

Find myself at the end of a bottle

Laying in your bed hoping to find out where I′m at (The weight can make you trip, but you won′t fall down)

And it's gone away my song, so long

(The weight can make you trip, but you won′t fall down)

Feeling my heart race

Drenched in sweat

As I wonder

I'm not scared, not prepared

Lay down flat on your back

Open up girl, let′s play attack

Let's waste our time

Back on top, but my blocks mowed down

Man, I′m fit

Yeah, my stomachs never touched the ground

But I'm courteous

Still keep it real with my nerdiness

14th's my birthday

Her′s is on the 30th

If you were dead, I bet this shit would bloom

Get a standing ovation from an empty room

Fuck your ass

I don′t want your cereal

You can get your wig split back

I'll be the same O.G