I’m so sick, so sick, of this
and I’m not, not gonna miss, any of it
he said, she said, throwing out names
red hot, ice cold, ***ing head games
.
you say that you, need space
then you come, driving around, my place
go ahead, and revv that engine
you’re still, still not gonna win
.
tell me why, why would I, give a ***
about, who’s riding, in your truck
too late, now you see
they’re not me, they won’t ever be
.
I’m so sick, so sick, of this
and I’m not, not gonna miss, any of it
too late, now you see
they’re not me, they won’t ever be
karls
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