65, 5, 5, to-ba Sa-ba-da-bra-fra-pa-pa (Fuck it) Itching below the belt Pulling a rabbit pelt Wish I was somewhere else Wish I was somewhere else In the photograph, in the memories I'ma follow, leave, in the memories 65, 5, 5, to-ba Sa-ba-da-bra-fra-pa-pa I got knocked down It never happens to me Thought my life was a movie Suddenly hard to believe My parents getting older While I'm building my fap folder in a city that's so far away 'Cause back home it is colder (brr) City of angels can feel like city of death I'm getting drunk and smoking weed Until I'm losing my breath It's not what I have become It's that there is nothing left, no (65, 5, 5, to-ba) Sa-ba-da-bra-fra-pa-pa (Fuck it)