Lyrics

The girls in the front are stunting wanting you to take it The girls in the back, they say you're never gonna make it The boys in the buildings: sweating, waiting on a paycheck The boys on the corners move the means of our escapes, yeah And I'm in the backyard, I'm consuming what I came with This party is invasive, cigarettes will cue the face shift Recalling the lines, unwritten script for all occasions I can't understand this lack of feeling and I hate it But I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead But I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead And I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead I don't want to rot 'til I'm dead