Pull up your car you're home from the night on the
town
Could not find anyone to go home with to show off
your insecurity
So you put your "I love you face" back
on
When you are this way you think you are God
But the people around you are destroyed
Coming home getting off by killing who you
love
I hope you end up in a body bag
Walk up to your room to be with your lover
Although they don't share your desire
That night frustrated and intoxicated
You need to leech onto another
When you are this way you think you are God
While the people around you are destroyed
Coming home getting off by killing who you
love
I hope you end up in a body bag
Pretend you are the king
One day this will all come back to you
One day your child will be a man
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