nothing

Days in the south, I tweet about it
You still read about me sometimes, yeah
Your nose running from the blow
Funny thing, you didn’t even notice
Colorblind, summer child, yeah
That first night in that hatchback
Where we fucked slow but you came fast
And I, I think about that sometimes, yeah
Earthquake poems, heartbreak poets
I still reek from the potion, potion
Speeding tickets, we exceed the limit
I blame it on the young and the wicked
Oh-oh-oh
I blame it on the young and the wicked
You feel like I’m turning
Into something, into something
And I feel like I’m losing
You to nothing, you to nothing
Where you wanna go, you can tell me
I been on the low, you can help me
All choked up in your feelings
I don’t want your Coke, brought Pepsi
A V124
Is coasting through the snow
My neck is iced frozen
Not like that, you know
Roaming through the north side
Pull me like a horse ride
yeah
Now I’m on the floor
I don’t wanna co-ride
Fucking on my new
Wearing on my new style
You feel like I’m turning
Into something, into something
And I feel like I’m losing
You to nothing, you to nothing
You feel like I’m turning
Into something, into something
And I feel like I’m losing
You to nothing, you to nothing