Blood & Guts

I’ma pray for you, you know
We tsunami tonight
All these faces in that crowd, I’ma sing 'til I die
Every station got it’s ghosts, another sweaty July
I’m not chasin' you no more, you ain’t gettin' me high
Heard you’d rather push the range than focus
But you got sticky notes on my picture
Ah, yeah
And after all this, I guess in your head
I’m out to get you, I only judge you
I’m crushing on you, it’s pissin' it down
I’m holdin' my head, I’m makin' it out
It’s still fuck the club, I’m taking no L’s
I been meeting girls, they’re just going home
, you are the priest of this outdoors
Stuck in my head like mud in the summer
Vicious cycle you psycho, sneakin' in my window every nightfall
We buy all the knife for survival
Stick it to the light side like we’re rivals
The party’s goin' on forever but we gotta leave, yeah
I’ma pray for you, you know
We tsunami tonight
All these faces in that crowd, I’ma sing 'til I die
Every station got its ghosts, another sweaty July
I ain’t chasin' you no more, you ain’t gettin' me high