Suburban Angst - Fyre

Take what you want, boy, take what you need

Take all your hopes and fill them with weed

Take all your dreams, replace them with sand

Take all your hopes and bury them in land

Go to the beach, go to the ocean

Go to the heat, drink up all your potion

Dive in the water, dive into alcohol

Dive into drugs, dive into all

Drink, drink, drink and smoke, smoke, smoke

Laugh, laugh, laugh and joke, joke, joke

Smile, smile, smile and cry, cry, cry

Live, live, live

Die, die, die

Quarter of a century, still ain’t grown enough

with a bottle by my bud

Jump by the plane just to feel a little rush

Sure past the limits, sleepwalk till dusk

ride till numb,

Then re-up on some rum, and get this too tough

I’m a nigga, I never get enough

Got something much better, and ya love to call a bus

Smoke fiddles in the air, paper plates and cups

High power game, not critically acclaimed

Don’t dance like a clown, put a

You got it twisted, your too easily entertained

You got a little bit of money, don’t sell out your name

But boy, you ain’t the one to blame

Your momma’s, all cowards do the same

Just another, only temporary

hold on tight, here they come

Your either gonna fight or your gonna run

I put this