You look like you've seen a ghost.
Like a shirt,
hurt for seconds, ain't nothing left to hurt.
No concern, no mercy, my preaching not deterred.
Does it hurt when
oxygen's dissolved into the dirt?
Riding in that heavy metal four-door.
I see you run out of time and can't afford more.
Pull up on the back of the truck until I hit the floor.
I cut my butt off,
I'm like,
hey,
this what it's there for?
You, you, you, you, you, you, you.
This is all for you.
