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Days in the south, I tweet about it

You still read about me sometimes, yeah

Your nose running from the blow

Funny thing, you didn’t even notice

Colorblind, summer child, yeah

That first night in that hatchback

Where we fucked slow but you came fast

And I, I think about that sometimes, yeah

Earthquake poems, heartbreak poets

I still reek from the potion, potion

Speeding tickets, we exceed the limit

I blame it on the young and the wicked

Oh-oh-oh

I blame it on the young and the wicked

You feel like I’m turning

Into something, into something

And I feel like I’m losing

You to nothing, you to nothing

Where you wanna go, you can tell me

I been on the low, you can help me

All choked up in your feelings

I don’t want your Coke, brought Pepsi

A V124

Is coasting through the snow

My neck is iced frozen

Not like that, you know

Roaming through the north side

Pull me like a horse ride

yeah

Now I’m on the floor

I don’t wanna co-ride

Fucking on my new

Wearing on my new style

You feel like I’m turning

Into something, into something

And I feel like I’m losing

You to nothing, you to nothing

You feel like I’m turning

Into something, into something

And I feel like I’m losing

You to nothing, you to nothing