BULLDOG - LAUNDRY DAY

Stuck in the middle of selfless and selfish, dammit

I cannot not help it that I cannot help you, but I wanna help you

I cannot muster up courage to tell you

That you should see light at the end of the tunnel

But, you don’t need smile if you don’t feel happy

Just 'cause they think that you always is happy

Truth is, I’d rather see your face again than save the planet

I’d rather hold your hand than make a statement

Make a name for band that I created

Made a plan to rule the nation

But if you decide to stay then I’ll just have to stay, oh, no

'Cause I’d rather not wait for ya

I’d rather get straight to it

I’d hate to put the brakes on it

I’d hate to put the brakes on it

Remember when you got your braces off?

(Yeah)

Damn, that shit went on to change the story

All these boys came flockin' for it

I knew you were always special

I knew you were always special

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it

You’re not my husband or something other than my girlfriend

Reside in my double bed that’s trapped in the back corner of my bedroom,

it’s plain

I’d love a poster of your body plastered over white paint

The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead

After I thought summer was gon' end

It’ll all change when I’m 21

When I’m out the house

And my friends are gone

And I won’t have to keep keepin' secrets

Passport in my Louis Vuitton

Talkin' won’t be such a burden

I’ll have figured it out by then

I’ll have you all to myself

Like I wish I did in yellow shorts back when

I was just a little bit younger

I was just a little more nervous

You had the same brown hair

But my eyes kept bein' averted

And it’s a long road 'til the finish

It’s a long road 'til we make it

Lil' speed bumps won’t shake it

Not 'til my shades are the greatest

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it

You’re not my husband or something other than my girlfriend

Reside in my double bed that’s trapped in the back corner of my bedroom,

it’s plain

I’d love a poster of your body plastered over white paint

The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead

After I thought summer was gon' end

Tricklin' down into the bucket

It’s a little hard not to see it positive

I’d be lying if I lied and said I saw the glass half empty

If you could believe me now

Then you wouldn’t leave me now

Oh, I’d hate to save you for a rainy day

I’d hate to save you for a rainy day, oh

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it

You’re not my husband or something other than my girlfriend

Reside in my double bed that’s trapped in the back corner of my bedroom,

it’s plain

I’d love a poster of your body plastered over white paint

The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead

After I thought summer was gon' end

I guess I believe in love, but fuck it

You’re not my husband or something other than my girlfriend

Reside in my double bed that’s trapped in the back corner of my bedroom,

it’s plain

I’d love a poster of your body plastered over white paint

The scratches from the time I punched the wall like a crackhead

After I thought summer was gon' end