let me in, let me go

Get that Bag Getro

Comin' for the NextLane

I got way too many

Fooking holes in the wall

Because my brain dead dad

Sat dead in the

Dead in the fall

(Brain dead dad sat

Dead in the, dead in the)

Had an epiphany

I bought her Tiffany

She think that she like diamonds

Showed her diamond rings

Fooked up myself on pills

Don't call my cellphone please

Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency

Tell me what she gon' do with me now

I miss those days

When we would fool around

Stay up aloud by the phone

Let me in, Let me go

I do not know how to love

But if you could show me the road

Yeah, the high school days

They're dead and gone

I got a new bad biatch

That I don't want

It sucks that I got

Way too many fooking holes

In the wall

Because my brain dead dad

Sat dead in the fall

You know that we're not

Better off when we're alone

(She said that she don't want it)

If you can't hop on a plane

Then I'm running, I'm running

Swear to god that I'm running

Had an epiphany

I bought her Tiffany

She think that she like diamonds

Showed her diamond rings

Fooked up myself on pills

Don't call my cellphone please

Unless it's 911, and an emergency

Tell me what she gon' do with me now

I miss those days

When we would fool around

'Casue all I am is yours

But you don't have the time for me