Gatorade Bong

Drop from the cloud hit the ground running

Ghosts in a bottle float round, I’m haunted

Ooh the sour way too loud for me

Turn the volume all the way down on me

I just want to learn how to drown let me

Ooh you so holier than thou, it's funny

Tryna be more myself, love me

Tryna be more myself, don’t ask me nothing

I’m far too stupid you’re far too angry

Don’t ask me nothing (don’t ask me nothing)

I’ll prolly make a few mistakes get it backwards

I bet you can’t wait to see it happen, well fuck it

Leave me there in the middle of the bridge while you're chopping at the edges

Revenge is a dish served piping hot before breakfast

Seasoned with best intentions, tweet it, check your mentions

I’m too hungry for a twitter feed, too hungry for a sound bite

I’m just tryna be a better me, tryna do the shit in real life

A little hole for the down pipe, make it airtight

And it’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

And I don’t really smoke no more

But boy you keep egging me on

Man it’s like wait wait wait, no that ain't what I meant gimme time to explain

Wait wait wait, I'm just tryna ask why I don't really feel no way

Wait wait wait, fine tell me where to sign, tell what I wanna say

Wait wait wait, fine

Well fuck your feelings fuck your blogs, fuck opinions, fuck your gods

Fuck your channels, fuck your feed, fuck your judgment, I don't need it

Please don’t ask me nothing I’m too weeded

Best of luck I truly mean it

He’s a snowflake, he’s a cuck

He’s with them or she’s with us

I’m tryna be a better me, I’m tryna do the shit in real life

Fuck stardom

Yeah fuck being famous, fuck being a-list

Fuck tryna make it, it’s just too dangerous

It’s way more fun when they don't know what your name is

Way more fun just getting faded

There’s too much fakeness too many traitors

Too many sadists pouring out champagne for your failures

I’m a steal a bit of hose from the neighbours

And it’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

And I don’t really smoke no more

But boy you keep egging me on

And it’s been too long

But I still know how to make a sweet Gatorade bong

And I don’t really smoke no more

But boy you keep egging me on