I wanna smoke 'til there's a hole in my head
Still running barefoot, but I'm burning the dress, I
I'd rather be out on the road left for dead
Than down there, down there
I think I'm split in two
I'll never fit into your
Jesus Christ and country clubs
Pockets bigger than your guns
God knows, blondes can make you cum
I'm going nowhere, going nowhere
Going nowhere
I walk the line of social suicide
You say you want the southern stereotype, I
I was your star, now I'm a meteorite
I'm coming down, coming down
I think I'm split in two
I'll never fit into your
Jesus Christ and country clubs
Pockets bigger than your guns
God knows, blondes can make you cum
I'm going nowhere, going nowhere
I'm going nowhere, oh
I'm going nowhere, mm, going nowhere
Jesus Christ, I'm so fucked up
I'm going to hell 'cause girls are fun
Mother hates what I've become
I'm going nowhere, where, where
I'm going nowhere
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