"GLASSJAW" lyrics

What a waste of a hundred bands?
Go tell my pops
He might never see his son again
I wanna fuck
What would make you think I wanna dance
But on you grave?
I might hit a little "Running Man"

Now, throw it back like a cocked fist
Tell them bitches it's a cat fight
I get the funny feeling
This'll be your last night
Bucky lasek
I might give you just the halfpipe
Get to the motherfucking point
Hoe the graphite

Damn, I see a lot of red
I'm tryna float
But I can't get outta bed
Chickens clucking
Running 'round without a head
Clementine, I know that you forgot 'bout what I said

Ancient history
I'm confessing to a killing
It's no mystery
I feel targeted with every triple six I see
Fuck them hoes
A broken heart was never shit to me

Let me at 'em
I know how to fuck 'em up
Getting bitched by his boss in a fucking button-up
Trailer park
Body in the shed
Used to run amok
Isopropyl in my cuts
They don't fuck as rough as us

Yeah. It's like that
Me and Martin Sheen got the same birthday
Badlands told my holly, "This' a work day."
Slow it down. I got the screwed-up dirt face
All I wanna do is rot
I had the worst day
Drop and give me ten
Empty all the cash out
It gets so loud up in my head
I'm 'bout to spazz out
I wanna hear some glassjaw out in Glasgow
I wanna fucking come home to your ass out
Even when I couldn't walk, I never sat down
We got the same blood
Where the fuck you at now?
I'm the hermit of the east
I was cast out
And if you see me out the house
I was dragged out

Tryna get out of my skin
But I'm trapped in it
Let's see who's calling me their friend
When my rap finish
You want forgiveness for your sins?
Are you that timid?
I don't want you looking in
Windows black-tinted

Stab me
Shoot me
Praise me
Salute me

Stab me
Shoot me
Praise me
Salute me

Stab me
Shoot me
Praise me
Salute me

Stab me
Shoot me
Praise me
Salute me