Born2Run

Hey, I like your bra! Thanks I got it from my very best friend Kissed her once in high school and then never again Drugs and money, who's between your covers Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other And when thugs and animals storm the Capital you'll watch C-SPAN for fun 'Cause it's a fucking drag and it's crazy sad but you'll do what's got to be done Are you really gonna save the world like that with your tits half out on Instagram? I mean yeah motherfucker that was always the plan I'm gonna wear this shit to congress, man So hop off my dick 'cause this whole thing makes me feel sick And you're mean to kids why can't you just quit picking on them Life and liberty, sometimes property, the right to try to feel good Her heart is pure the math checks out so what's the move? And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you Here's a little fact I cry all the time About the state in healthcare and the grand design Sometimes it's sad, sometimes it's bitter-sweet But it's how you'll know I'm me And now gun control is a fuckin' wicked problem I don't know if anybody knows how to solve it But if I were in congress and someone shot up a school I'd fucking cry about that too And so my question is to you Are you really gonna save the world this way, crying like a kid every single day? Hell yeah, motherfucker, I'm afraid it's true People are in pain what's wrong with you So, hop off my dick, your Nixon smile makes me fuckin' sick You should be just as wrecked as I am I'm pretty fuckin' angry that you're not And when thugs and animals storm the Capital you'll watch C-SPAN for fun 'Cause it's a fucking drag and it's crazy sad but you'll do what's got to be done The rules were life and liberty sometimes property The right to try to feel good Her heart is pure, the math checks out so what's the move? And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you? And when soft boys and their succulents And girls dressed in cracked skulls Take the Capital and render it's capital null Well, I'll feel a but more pumped and a bit less sad Paint our shirts Say we're sorry And call our dads