Babies in biker jackets Laptops and dark sunglasses Cocaine brunch, no reservation Pull up with my ceiling missing Valet park my hump machine Backseat conceive, so unclean Plug it in like USB Eighteen years, f*ck being free Can you hold these scrolls for me? Useless masters and degrees Scroll down to go for a ride Comment section suicide There’s got to be another one coming Another generation Ready for the revolution Or a change of station
Never Swim Alone Never Swim Alone
Pray to American Idol YouTube haircut so in style Sodastream spray ricochet In your face like: “It’s Ok!” It’s my party, I’ll cry all day So in touch with Rinpoche Climb the mountain, password saved Satan is my user name
