GLTTRGHOST - Valerian lyrics
[GLTTRGHOST - Valerian lyrics]
Just take look at your ripped jeans
You're killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Please get a shirt that fit's you
You're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight
I wasn't drunk, you're just a jerk
And I can still see your smug smirk
Even though you didn't know I lied
And you didn't see me quit my
Job or "fly off the handle"
I still got your keys I'ma crawl in
I don't have your keyboard, I sold it
I didn't even wait to hear back
To pack, back to PVD, I haul ass
Take a look at your haircut
You're killing me
Take a look at your glasses
You're killing me
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight
You talk all about life on life's terms
All I can think about is
"this girl needs life alert"
You got off hall restrict
You couldn't get your cords
Spend all night saying you don't
Wanna lose your dog
And I get it, I made friends with the losers
The yoga doers and computers
Taking vacay at McClayclay
They've been here too many times
All the nurses assists getting pissed
And the sad thing's that
It shouldn'ta happened at all
I get home and I stare
Straight at the fucking wall
I write poems and try to
Rap to spend the time
Getting money from my family and my pity
I'm fine
In the hall sittin' pretty playing scrabble
Board games bored life apples to Apples
Everyone somehow makes it work
And you're stressing about your
Silly little band's merch
I'm a moron with mom's laptop
Say it's poetry
And I could draw the pattern on
The ceiling from my memory
Maybe someone else'll write these
Fuckin songs for me
I'm bomb and I'm not even in the industry
Take a look at your ripped jeans
You're killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Please get a shirt that fit's you
You're killing me
Meet the quota or fight and fight and fight
This time I'll try not to lie
About the shitty things that other people did
I'm exiting the tiny shell you trapped me in
Here i go retreating to my castle in the sky
Write rhymes and cry and hide
'til i'm verified
Just take look at your ripped
Jeans your killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Get a shirt that fit's you, you're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight
You're killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Please get a shirt that fit's you
You're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight
I wasn't drunk, you're just a jerk
And I can still see your smug smirk
Even though you didn't know I lied
And you didn't see me quit my
Job or "fly off the handle"
I still got your keys I'ma crawl in
I don't have your keyboard, I sold it
I didn't even wait to hear back
To pack, back to PVD, I haul ass
Take a look at your haircut
You're killing me
Take a look at your glasses
You're killing me
Placement of the piercings, you're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight
You talk all about life on life's terms
All I can think about is
"this girl needs life alert"
You got off hall restrict
You couldn't get your cords
Spend all night saying you don't
Wanna lose your dog
And I get it, I made friends with the losers
The yoga doers and computers
Taking vacay at McClayclay
They've been here too many times
All the nurses assists getting pissed
And the sad thing's that
It shouldn'ta happened at all
I get home and I stare
Straight at the fucking wall
I write poems and try to
Rap to spend the time
Getting money from my family and my pity
I'm fine
In the hall sittin' pretty playing scrabble
Board games bored life apples to Apples
Everyone somehow makes it work
And you're stressing about your
Silly little band's merch
I'm a moron with mom's laptop
Say it's poetry
And I could draw the pattern on
The ceiling from my memory
Maybe someone else'll write these
Fuckin songs for me
I'm bomb and I'm not even in the industry
Take a look at your ripped jeans
You're killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Please get a shirt that fit's you
You're killing me
Meet the quota or fight and fight and fight
This time I'll try not to lie
About the shitty things that other people did
I'm exiting the tiny shell you trapped me in
Here i go retreating to my castle in the sky
Write rhymes and cry and hide
'til i'm verified
Just take look at your ripped
Jeans your killing me
Take a look at your converse
You're killing me
Get a shirt that fit's you, you're killing me
Blow it up tonight and fight
And fight and fight