[Verse 1]
Every sick, fickle fucker
Childhood's what makes you
'Til they treat you like tundra
Weigh those opinions
More like air than lead
[Verse 2]
Every planned occupation
Surefire disappointment up ahead
'Til they treat you like desert
See mirages of friendship
Face turns red
Aw, shit
[Verse 3]
(I don't feel and it feels fine
Save twenty dollars and I'll give you my supplies
I don't mind)
Here's the soon to be anchor
Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere
(I don't feel and that feels fine
I don't feel and that feels fine)
Every governor's mother
Knows that their bread is buttered by Sam
(Crook takes
Crook takes green out of wallet)
And what about science?
They find the proof and let you make your own decisions
(There are answers to our reasons worthwhile to find)
Every sick, fickle fucker
Childhood's what makes you
'Til they treat you like tundra
Weigh those opinions
More like air than lead
[Verse 2]
Every planned occupation
Surefire disappointment up ahead
'Til they treat you like desert
See mirages of friendship
Face turns red
Aw, shit
[Verse 3]
(I don't feel and it feels fine
Save twenty dollars and I'll give you my supplies
I don't mind)
Here's the soon to be anchor
Build bridges to nothing, you'll get nowhere
(I don't feel and that feels fine
I don't feel and that feels fine)
Every governor's mother
Knows that their bread is buttered by Sam
(Crook takes
Crook takes green out of wallet)
And what about science?
They find the proof and let you make your own decisions
(There are answers to our reasons worthwhile to find)
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