All these girls the same What game we gonna play may I suggest Russian roulette because our love will never be the same it’s a bit of a shame cause everyone calling me lame it’s because of the fame chilling with a white shirt got beer stains pop a molly or two walking like a zombie got the gun on me thinking like who gonna stop me brains fried like jumanji you may as well cuff me and sock me cause fame has tackin me… away got me screaming like help me know one hearing it’s the love I’m fearing like a car on icey road can’t keep steering never make her come first or she will think your second it’s my life I’m gonna threaten I’m never gonna go to heaven pop a xan count to 11 *yeah* these pills cure my depression it’s to much of an obsession but if I keep tacking them I will die but if I don’t take them I will be broke not like a joke I might shoot myself with the scope my feeling died hanging from a rope I need to stop smoking this dope “End”