[Lyric] Paper Cups (Roza Redd)

Drunken fathers, abused mothers
Kissing cousins, motherfuckers
Kill your masters, own your masters
Mix and master, no you bastard
Listening to Kimya Dawson
Asking coppers "What’s your problem?"
Molotovs, Doc Marten boots
Saying to them "Please don’t shoot"

Angels angles, golden bangles
Stole from grandmas Stoner grandpas
Growing pot In growing pots
Wanna smoke, he knows a spot
Bus drivers, flat tires
On the road to being tired
Wild fires Funeral pyres
Commit Arson Call the parson

Eating sushi by the lakeside
Eating Coochie after lunch
Skipping school to go get day drunk
Off of 40s Captain crunch
Captain Morgan Hammond organs
Playing soundtracks to our lives
With Guitars Sitars Standup basses
Going places with somе aces
Go to house shows who is playing
Only god knows. What is shaking
The еarth today is heating up
Like fandom drama paper cups
To fill with tears And used makeup
To fills the days where I wake up
So unhappy feeling nappy
Makes me snappy. Soon be sappy
Over all that I have got like friends and music