In Style

(album: Xmas - 2015)

Everyone you know, knows who I am
I'm the piece of shit that plays in that band
Your dad had probably warned you bout' guys like me
But I'm the coolest motherfucker you'll ever meet
But do keep this in mind
That I could fuck up your life

I move my fingers down this time
I'ma beat her till you're blue in the face
Just do just ride it for awhile
Get you blue, get you hooked on my taste

I know you've got a man, but he ain't got shit on me
He works for his daddy now, and he's wasting his degree
I hate to say it, but you're better off
Fucking a criminal with a smokers cough
I know I drink too much
And I know I'm hard to trust
But uh

I move my fingers down this time
I'ma beat her till you're blue in the face
Just do, just ride it for awhile
Get you blue, get you hooked on my taste

You've got my blue mits running wild
Wanna take you to a special place
Just do, just ride it for awhile
Make your man cry himself off to sleep

I know you're bored and sick of normal shit
I've seen the looks and heard the fights and how you handle it
Let's get stoned and break some bottles in the parking lot
Maybe talk about the fact that I am every single thing he is not
I know, I know you need a change
I know, I know you feel the same
Don't wait
Just stay with me tonight

I move my fingers down this time
I'ma beat her till you're blue in the face
Just do, just ride it for awhile
Get you blue, get you hooked on my taste

You've got my blue mits running wild
Wanna take you to a special place
Just do, just ride it for awhile
Make your man cry himself off to sleep