Goodbye / Trouble

Goodbye, Skinny told you
"You don't know me 'til I say I know you"
Goodbye, beneath the bleachers
60 dollars for your metal t-shirt
Goodbye, goodbye

Hand on your throat
You bet 'til you choke
And it's hell 'til you fold

Goodbye, did it make it stop
When you chained that pack of cigarettes and copped?
Goodbye, he said, "I can't ignore you
I've been trying, but I still adore you"
Goodbye, goodbye

Hand on your throat
You bet 'til you choke
And it's hell 'til you fold

You took an L 'round Union Square
I never thought that I would find you there
While I was waiting for the sound of God
Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong
I took the wallet chain to the head
You didn't notice, but I'll never forget
I could be stayed in trouble
Stayed in trouble
Stayed in trouble

Oh yeah, I'll stick around you
It doesn't matter if you're rubber or glue
'Cause I would wait for the Son of God
Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong
I sold some shit to some shady Bros
You took the money, but you left me their cloth
And your pain and trouble
Stayed in trouble
Stayed in trouble