changes (pt. 2)

Lyrics

[Intro] Made changes (I know I've said I tried to heal, but I'm only gettin' sicker) [Verse 1] Ayy Ball seven times a day Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display And if you're home, could you say sorry to my dad for me? I was such a sad kid Bring your guillotine, let's rewind it like a bad dream Such a crime, killed time, blood wine, I'm fine Lost a year of my life 'Cause I'm Third Eye Blind Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans Overused for that paper for the gram Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy [Verse 2] Yes, I've been working and hurting and burping Need, like, three sermons to get through the day Allergic to lies, I'm always in hives But, no, I don't need your epipen, I got my own Slept over in my kitchen The roaches ate my chicken I flamed those little wings Call it Kentucky-fried [Outro] Made changes