Pour that red in a cup
(Whoa oh oh)
Brody got the backwoods filled with indica
(It's for the soul)
Fuck it yah
I'm just running from the pain of being alone
You're the only place I ever seem to feel at home
Let me put it this way
Don't know what I'll do if you look at him the way you look at me
Don't know what I'll do if I see you with someone that's not me
Truth be told
I would rather die
I would rather die
I would rather die
Than move on with my life cause it could have been me
Who skrrtt roun with you holding down your thighs in that new passenger seat
Okay let's go
(Mmm yo ay)
Watch them butterfly blow away
(Hm yeah no way)
If you could you'd dig below my grave
No no no no name
Say you grown and got no shame
Shouting too loud your throat strained
(Told her lose her pride)
She would rather die
But she would rather...
Die
But she would rather
Pour the red in a cup
She would rather die
(Oouu ouuu)
But she would rather...
Die
(Ouuu ouu)
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Lemme put it this way
She would rather
Pour that red in a cup
Lemme put it this way
I'm just running from the pain
Truth be told
(Ohh hmm yo ay)
Being alone, I rather die
Don't know what I'll do if you look at him the way you look at me
Don't know what I'll do if I see you with someone that's not me
Truth be told
I would rather die
I would rather die
I would rather die
Don't know what I'll do if you look at him the way you look at me
Don't know what I'll do if I see you with someone that's not me
Truth be told
I would rather die
I would rather die
I would rather die
I would rather die
Pour the red in a cup
Whoaa oh whoa