Born2run

Hey I like your bra
Thanks I got it from my very best friend
Nailed her once in high school and then never again
Drugs and money who’s between your covers
Wouldn’t matter to me one way or the other
And when thots and animals storm the capital
You’ll watch c-span for fun
It’s a fuckin’ drag and it’s crazy sad but
You’ll do what’s gotta be done

Are you really gonna save the world like that
With your tits half out on Instagram I mean
Yeah motherfucker that was always the plan
I’m gonna wear this shit to Congress man so

Hop off my dick
Cuz this whole thing makes me feel sick
And you’re mean to kids
Why can’t you just stop picking on them
Life and liberty sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure and the math checks out so what’s the move
And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you

Here’s a little fact I cry all the time
About the state and healthcare for the grand design
And sometimes it’s sad sometimes it’s bittersweet
But it’s how you’ll know I’m me
And now gun control’s a fuckin’ wicked problem
I don’t know if anybody knows quite how to solve it
But if I were in Congress and someone shot up a school
I’d fucking cry about that too
And so
My question is do you

Are you really gonna save the world this way
Crying like a kid every single day
Hell yeah motherfucker I’m afraid it’s true
People are in pain what’s wrong with you so

Hop off my dick your Nixon smile makes me fuckin’ sick
You should be just as wrecked as I am
I’m pretty fuckin’ angry that you’re not
And when thots and animals storm the capital
You’ll watch c-span for fun
Cuz it’s a fuckin’ drag and it’s crazy sad
But you’ll do what’s gotta be done
The rules were
Life and liberty
Sometimes property
The right to try to feel good
Her heart is pure and the math checks out
So what’s the move
And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you
And when

Soft boys and their succulents
And girls dressed to crack skulls
Take the capital and render its capitol null
We’ll all feel a bit more pumped and a
Bit less sad
Paint our shirts, say we’re sorry, and call our dads