Punks

I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can write it on the wall
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can write it on my arm
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can carve it in a tree
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can say it to me
I'm a punk, I'm a punk

We get high on the roof
We skip school just for fun
You like to kiss me on my lips
Leaving bruises on my neck
We smoking smokes by the lake
I fucking hate this town
I need to leave 'fore I die
I need to jump so I can fly

I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can write it on the wall
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can write it on my arm
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can carve it in a tree
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can say it to me
I'm a punk, I'm a punk

We made a couple tapes
Breaking in, breaking out
Yeah I'm trynna leave this place
You look good, you smell good
Yeah I'm trynna get a taste
Feel numb, feel gone
No I can't feel face
We staring out the window, and I can feel...

I'm a punk, I'm a punk
I'm a punk, I'm a punk
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can carve it in a tree
I'm a punk, I'm a punk, I'm a punk
You can say it to me
I'm a punk, I'm a punk