I just might be pitiful
But, won't live unoriginal
I will die with syllables
Pencilled in this thin three punch hole paper
Save it for later, read it back again, three months old
But when the best runs cold and I do what I'm told
That's when I know that I've grown too old
Used to tell myself that I would never be there
When I close my eyes my thoughts keep telling me lies
Go expose myself for the sake of repair
Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines
♪
Give you nothing back, stay away from gundabad
When you're low, broke, chain smoke
Feel like you can't come from under that
It burns just like a cigarette, but it's far less intimate
Those who use their innocence as a privilege, the thrill of it
But you can find a better dope to fill in your pocket
Get an outlet and cock it, make a craft and yeah, people will knock it
Used to tell myself that I would never be there
When I close my eyes my thoughts keep telling me lies
Go expose myself for the sake of repair
Gundabad on my mind behind enemy lines
♪
Give you nothing back, stay away from gundabad
When you're low, broke, chain smoke
Feel like you can't come from under that
♪
Eyes have got me down
But I'll just stick around
Sober in the morning
Cuts from falling down
♪
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Too high when you wanna put your feet down
Drop, drop, drop, you can hear it from the seats now
Drop, drop, drop, drop (let's go!)