TimeshareCondominium

(álbum: DeadBoy - 2014)

Stepping out the crib like it's 1986
T-top Trans Am, riding with your bitch
Take her to the point, drive her back off in the morning
Just a young fucking stud, flick my hair then I'm rolling
I got drugs if you want to feel the high
Backwoods if you want to catch the sky
Perfect mowed lawns, architecture, no flaws
Just a calm, safe neighborhood, tucked behind the mall
Parents go to work, probably think that I'm at school
But the music's got into me and it took away my soul
I just want to rock, headbanging to the 'knot
Bitch I Bawitdaba, never calling it off
Never falling at all, never worry 'bout a thing
Everything is just peaches, I'm smoking in the breeze
Sitting in the shade underneath the weeping willow
Blunt guts on the grass, unravelling cigarillos
And I think

Now this is really nice
Breathing in the dope, watch the clouds roll by
This can't be real life
Everything's a dream, I don't need to shut my eyes
Now this is really nice
Drugs on fire, cold water on ice
This can't be real life
Look me in my eyes, tell me that you'll stay tonight