Get that Bag Getro Comin' for the NextLane I got way too many Fucking holes in the wall Because my brain dead dad Sat dead in the Dead in the fall (Brain dead dad sat dead in the, dead in the) Had an epiphany I bought her Tiffany She think that she like diamonds Showed her diamond rings Fucked up myself on pills Don't call my cellphone please Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency Tell me what she gon' do with me now I miss those days When we would fool around Stay up aloud by the phone Let me in, Let me go I do not know how to love But if you could show me the road Yeah, the high school days They're dead and gone I got a new bad bitch That I don't want It sucks that I got Way too many fucking holes in the wall Because my brain dead dad Sat dead in the fall You know that we're not Better off when we're alone (She said that she don't want it) If you can't hop on a plane Then I'm running, I'm running Swear to God that I'm running Had an epiphany I bought her Tiffany She think that she like diamonds Showed her diamond rings Fucked up myself on pills Don't call my cellphone please Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency Tell me what she gon' do with me now I miss those days When we would fool around 'Cause all I am is yours But you don't have the time for me