Yeah i'm swervin' and i don't even know where i'm going
I'm drifting even though that ain't my intention
That boy is drunk again oh my god
Close your eyes pray to the lord and count to ten
Brace yourselves we going in

A bottle of whisky is all i need
fuck do you mean
Sir i think that you've had enough
Do you know me?
I'm mister, mister
Mister i don't give a fuck!!!
Crashed the car still got my cup
If i die put your lighters up
Pour a lil whisky inside my casket
Don't bring me no fucking fruit baskets
On my tombstone write
"He kind of ran shit"
"Always getting into some shit"
Got tired of all the dramatics
This ain't highschool anymore
Back when we stole shit from the stores
Eat the rich then crash their aventadors
I might just buy me some suicide doors
Put in the bishi just to piss some people off
It's the curly haired skinny boy and i'm ready for war

Ready for war, who knows what's in store
The bigger they are the harder they fall
You have my word
Piss me off and everything becomes a fucking blur
Blood on the vintage D.A.R.E
Don't speak shit on your socials
Why don't you grow a pair
The rules haven't always been fair
Adapt to the times
I just love it when they get up and stare
Everyone a victim nothing left to do but put up a prayer
Cherish this record cause this shit is fucking rare
Yeah dirty jeans with the vintage D.A.R.E
Speeding windows up wind blowing through my hair
Crash, crash, crash

Yeah i'm swervin' and i don't even know where i'm going
I'm drifting even though that ain't my intention
That boy is drunk again oh my god
Close your eyes pray to the lord and count to ten
Brace yourselves we going in