FourSeasons

Lyrics

[Intro] BasketCase [Verse] There's a deafening silence inside my head A weapon right under the bed But checking out's not an option when you dead I'd rather address it instead I prefer this pain over meds I choose to suffer bitch, fuck it, the end of the day ain't the end Back to my motherfucking old ways Combat boots, trench coats in the hallways Happiness is far away, anger's my neighbor Knocking at my door, I hate that I love to answer Used to roll around in a Tahoe Brokеn windows swerving in and out of potholes Now the valеt pull up to my spot, oh I forgot my dope and said, "No problem" I'm stepping into Four Seasons, riding for no reason White trash, five star only for the weekend Living like a yuppie was a goal and we done it Muddy boots on the table when we eating out in public 20k throw a rave in the middle of the Prada store Back in the day I rocked my sneakers til my toe show Life is a lie, death is the truth You dial 911, I just call my troops There's a deafening silence inside my head A weapon right under the bed But checking out's not an option when you dead