[Verse 1]
I send money to missionaries
My rent situation’s officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma’s grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I’m afraid
[Chorus]
But I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
[Verse 2]
I took to the streets, I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything:
I’m the living proof
I send money to missionaries
My rent situation’s officially scary
I smoke cigarettes
By my grandma’s grave
I mix more medications
Than mixed martial arts fans live in basements
I talk shit
When I’m afraid
[Chorus]
But I watched you
Blow him apart
Like a meteor
They’ll find pieces
Of that boy’s heart
When they get to Mars
[Verse 2]
I took to the streets, I learned from busking
My technique is worse than disgusting
You can teach yourself anything:
I’m the living proof
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