Alright guys, we're having a ball. I hope you guys are having fun.
Remember the song called Get Out.
I don't think I'm a kindier, nor do I think it's realistic.
When I tell you all the things that I do, you look at me in disgust.
I sink everything back together, and I double wrap it just for you.
But when the tape gets high and it all falls apart, you look at me with a smile.
I don't think you should be sleeping in this parking lot.
You're freaking out all the neighbors, you gotta get out.
I see you sneak around all the back, and double check to cover the tracks.
You gotta get out.
I can't tell you what to do, and I know you don't expect me to.
But when I'm running high, and I untie the knot, and let it loose, like a loose.
I hop by a seat of my pants, and I rely on my thoughts to get back.
But when I start to think, and fix it with a drink, I forget real quick what pissed me off.
Oh yeah, now I remember it was you, you're telling all the neighbors that I'm no good.
I see you sneak around all the back, and double check to cover the tracks.
You gotta get out.
I don't think I'm a party, nor do I think it's realistic.
But when I tell you all the things that I do, you look at me with a smile.
I don't think you should be sleeping in this parking lot.
You're freaking out all the neighbors, you gotta get out.
I see you sneak around all the back, and double check to cover the tracks.
You gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out, gotta get out.
Alright, thanks guys.
