Brizzle

Off the ground, off the ground, off the ground, off the ground, off the

You sentimental piece of shit

Try to get ahead of my own feelings

And get off the ground

I got the war inside my head

What a handsome threat

Try to get ahead of my own feelings

Off the ground

Close the books, quench the candle

Blow into a cartridge like Nintendo

I get sentimental over colourful sandals

When you sit in a police car there's no door handle

Swim in a Mississippi full of people

No one is equal

I'm in a parking lot for parking lots

A brand new collection of tarot cards

Her mouth was sealed by someone else's kiss

Is that what makes it so hard to resist?

Trim your bangs, I hold the mirror

Trim your bangs, I hold the mirror

Trim your bangs, I hold the mirror

You sentimental piece of shit

Try to get ahead of my own feelings

And get off the ground

I got the war inside my head

What a handsome threat

Try to get ahead of my own feelings

Off the ground

I can feel everything

I can feel everything