fetched It seems So I sleep underneath this park bench I know it don't make sense And I don't expect you to know what it's like Smoke Drink Piss
That you cry, but you don’t tell anyone That you might not be the golden one And you’re tied together with a smile But you’re coming undone I guess
can I do I don't like anyone (Don't like anyone) I don't go anywhere I don't like anyone (Good enough for me, baby) I don't go anywhere (No, no, no,
