(Instrumental)
[Pre-Verse]
It’s junkyard love, and it’s always been the same
Someone in love, but the other don’t feel the same
And I know it is you, so why the fuck do you bother
You ain't gonna run away just like your drunk father
And do you feel compelled to say that you’re doin fine
When you spend the night getting drunk with liquor and wine
When you spend every penny or dollar on your bitch
And now that it’s over, you’re fuckin digging your ditch
[Verse]
I’m sorry, that all of this shit just happens
But what you expect from a girl with fashion
What you expect when her parents cash in
A couple twenty dollars ain't show her compassion
The best love stories are terribly fictional
So why’d you believe they’re actually typical
And now you are stuck, so locked and afraid
And yet you still think you gonna get laid
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Why the, fuck you, causin, trauma
Gold, tiara, marble, sauna
You just, want the, fuckin, drama
Has anybody told you that you’re dumb as fuck
Idolizing rappers that kill people and such
And fuck random bitches on the side and what
Are you mentally retarded, stop copyin, shut
And don’t try to act like your fucking suicidal
You knew this shit would happen that would turn into a spiral
And you think postin shit will make you fuckin viral
While death is staring and waitin at your goddamn arrival
Pitiful, Miserable, Yea this is ridicule
So why would you wanna believe in somethin so fictional
Clinical, Cynical, Yea this is literal
And yet you still believe light is still fucking visible
What the hell you doing looking like a fuckin fool
Yo girl is using you like a little tikes tool
Shout it out, you’re in a bad situation
Where’s the forty four to let out your frustration
She don’t deserve it, Look at how she acts
Losing all your money like government tax
All your friends gone cause you’ve changed so much
And you’d kill a man for your girl or what
And now, oh shit, you have an addiction
Percocet and Xans just adds the ignition
Soon enough the fire will embezzle the diction
Of words and love that started the friction
Who’s the hell to say when you go to rehab
“Yea I caught addiction from this girl I had”
You won't shut up, so take this advice
Break the fuck up and stop smokin the spice
But she’s still there, waiting for your pay
A restitution that just won’t go away
She’ll be in your life till they day you die
Yet your still capable to weep and cry
Get up bitch and look in the mirror
And this is what you do to your poor old mother
Steal her fuckin money, that she had made
And once your fuckin done, you slap the shit outta her
And now your fuckin lonely from all the shit you’ve done
Take some more Klonopin to make you very fuckin dumb
Fuck this rehab who’s needs it too?
What’s a druggies worth if he ain't part of the stew
Now you’re life back to square one my friend
Made a couple bucks and a couple new friends
And a couple new friends start to steal the benz
And a couple new friends start stealing the bands
Where’s the forty four that I said a little earlier
Take it, run away, and pull the damn trigger
And as I watch the blood run down his face
We never get to know who was right in this case
And to every motherfucker that is playing gods game
One bad move and you won’t ever be the same
And i’ll be watching over this simple game, cause
It’s junkyard love, and it’s always been the same
[Pre-Verse]
It’s junkyard love, and it’s always been the same
Someone in love, but the other don’t feel the same
And I know it is you, so why the fuck do you bother
You ain't gonna run away just like your drunk father
And do you feel compelled to say that you’re doin fine
When you spend the night getting drunk with liquor and wine
When you spend every penny or dollar on your bitch
And now that it’s over, you’re fuckin digging your ditch
[Verse]
I’m sorry, that all of this shit just happens
But what you expect from a girl with fashion
What you expect when her parents cash in
A couple twenty dollars ain't show her compassion
The best love stories are terribly fictional
So why’d you believe they’re actually typical
And now you are stuck, so locked and afraid
And yet you still think you gonna get laid
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada
Why the, fuck you, causin, trauma
Gold, tiara, marble, sauna
You just, want the, fuckin, drama
Has anybody told you that you’re dumb as fuck
Idolizing rappers that kill people and such
And fuck random bitches on the side and what
Are you mentally retarded, stop copyin, shut
And don’t try to act like your fucking suicidal
You knew this shit would happen that would turn into a spiral
And you think postin shit will make you fuckin viral
While death is staring and waitin at your goddamn arrival
Pitiful, Miserable, Yea this is ridicule
So why would you wanna believe in somethin so fictional
Clinical, Cynical, Yea this is literal
And yet you still believe light is still fucking visible
What the hell you doing looking like a fuckin fool
Yo girl is using you like a little tikes tool
Shout it out, you’re in a bad situation
Where’s the forty four to let out your frustration
She don’t deserve it, Look at how she acts
Losing all your money like government tax
All your friends gone cause you’ve changed so much
And you’d kill a man for your girl or what
And now, oh shit, you have an addiction
Percocet and Xans just adds the ignition
Soon enough the fire will embezzle the diction
Of words and love that started the friction
Who’s the hell to say when you go to rehab
“Yea I caught addiction from this girl I had”
You won't shut up, so take this advice
Break the fuck up and stop smokin the spice
But she’s still there, waiting for your pay
A restitution that just won’t go away
She’ll be in your life till they day you die
Yet your still capable to weep and cry
Get up bitch and look in the mirror
And this is what you do to your poor old mother
Steal her fuckin money, that she had made
And once your fuckin done, you slap the shit outta her
And now your fuckin lonely from all the shit you’ve done
Take some more Klonopin to make you very fuckin dumb
Fuck this rehab who’s needs it too?
What’s a druggies worth if he ain't part of the stew
Now you’re life back to square one my friend
Made a couple bucks and a couple new friends
And a couple new friends start to steal the benz
And a couple new friends start stealing the bands
Where’s the forty four that I said a little earlier
Take it, run away, and pull the damn trigger
And as I watch the blood run down his face
We never get to know who was right in this case
And to every motherfucker that is playing gods game
One bad move and you won’t ever be the same
And i’ll be watching over this simple game, cause
It’s junkyard love, and it’s always been the same
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