Verse 1. Okay, yeah. I remember way back, I mean, way back, ages. 8th grade I think, feels like yesterday. Bowl cuts was the craze, I was crazy. Long blonde hair all over the place. And I'm pale
Verse 1. They say it's a cold world. Yeah you got that right. I almost packed it all in on the spot last night. They wanna killer instinct. And I'm just that tight. But if the fights not mine.
Verse 1. Use the eyes of the owl. The sour patch kids got me out of wack. And out of gas. The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest. Lost my train of thought. My brain can no