A sve su loše, samo lože se na Porsche Pa ga ubacim u sport, pa je odvedem do ćoške Tu po kraju gasiramo, loše su nam navike A nju da vodim u Milano, da se smirim, rano je A spusti prozor, pusti Ko To, sada tu je Cone Poco Oči pale su do zemlje, ma nisam pijan tolkô Ajmo, ajde Davide, ista priča kao pre Ma znate sve, ne može na ler Bacim stolicu-cu, slomimo ti glavicu Završim u stanicu, al' nisu našli palicu Zajebavam muriju, poput braće Panića Vozimo po pešačkoj, ma lagana kaznica Davide pozovi male fufice One tatine princeze, ja lud sam kô CJ Sve vozi ih naš fazon, pa dižu ručice Evo opet traže, ali ne može ništa na ler Ne, ne, ne, linija gori kô kamin Kažu mi amin, dodam amfetamin Samo mi bani da budemo sami Sve imam u glavi kad banu ti plavi, radim joj šatić Na ruci je satić, imamo gasić Gde mi je bratić, da lomim mu vratić Opet pun je rančić, na rakiji pevam kô Dačić Bacim stolicu-cu, slomimo ti glavicu Završim u stanicu, al' nisu našli palicu Zajebavam muriju, poput braće Panića Vozimo po pešačkoj, ma lagana kaznica Nova faza, stari fazon - opet, opet smo na mreži Svaki drugi hoće sa mnom, al' za njih nisam na vezi Cone Flow, Cone gas, pijem viski, pušim grass Slatka priča, slatko veče - sve su kamere u nas Ajde beži, beži, trojka-nula, turbo benzin Auspuh mi reži, reži, kad te uhvate ti lezi Crna maska, puna torba, sve se lože, krimi rad Svaka hoće sa mnom noć, kažu da sam krimi gad Bacim stolicu-cu, slomimo ti glavicu Završim u stanicu, al' nisu našli palicu Zajebavam muriju, poput braće Panića Vozimo po pešačkoj, ma lagana kaznica Brza kola, tu po kraju, plavi svaku priču znaju Ovde braća rade maju, sve su trake tu na fajlu U klubu okrenem par tura, Ko To? - Ko To? - me sad gura Mala plava se tetura, ko zna gde gudru sad gura Oko mene moji ljudi puni love, klub sad pršti Đ-Shock banuo na scenu, uzi dobar, ti se mrštiš Vozi, vozi Petrove, treša fresh PSG U klubu mala pijana, umesto topa nosi dres Bacim stolicu-cu, slomimo ti glavicu Završim u stanicu, al' nisu našli palicu Zajebavam muriju, poput braće Panića Vozimo po pešačkoj, ma lagana kaznica Bacim stolicu-cu, slomimo ti glavicu Završim u stanicu, al' nisu našli palicu Zajebavam muriju, poput braće Panića Vozimo po pešačkoj, ma lagana kaznica

Stare at my phone for when 9:30 hits And reapply my lipstick twice and I'll be Out the door by 9:35 Pillow talk the ghosts in my house They're only looking for a friend with Bones in their mouth I'm gonna make it right I'm gonna take this right I don't have a grasp on time, But I just can't wait for your hair to dry Let's just sit and talk on my porch again And slow down Slow down The neighbors got their crosses out again Wait for The sound of my voice screaming louder Drink from The water bottle next to my bed Stare out My window just to see their glowing eyes Instrumental Your cigarette ash still in my eye And it's burning me up and it's Clogging my own lungs Just let the spiders breathe They're only here for just one night Still can't figure out what's in my cup It tastes just like water In a stranger's mouth Instrumental Slow down The neighbors got their crosses out again Wait for The sound of my voice screaming louder Drink from The water bottle next to my bed Stare out My window just to see their glowing eyes Instrumental Hop over rocks We're slipping under waterlines Above our heads Smoke finally clears Saltwater lungs feel comfortable Enough to relax I'm giving up On promises left behind by broken bottles When will you learn that everyone Does not enjoy your attachment? Slow down The neighbors got their crosses out again Wait for The sound of my voice screaming louder Drink from The water bottle next to my bed Stare out My window just to see their glowing eyes

I've changed my mind I've changed my mind today Some things just can't Some things just can't go your way I know you try So god damn hard sometimes Just know you can't Weasel your way through this Instrumental So are you done playing the victim? Wasn't I the one that had to avoid his gaze on mine? How does it feel protecting a coward? Nothing's better than wearing our Weapons on my keys Instrumental So suddenly you cannot see What we've all shown you How is all of this so new to you? Cut the ties and burn the bridges So are you done playing the victim? Wasn't I the one that had to avoid his gaze on mine? How does it feel protecting a coward? Nothing's better than wearing our Weapons on my keys Instrumental Didn't I do what I'm supposed to? So why do I see his face in this room? And don't bring me aside to apologize Cause you think you're meant to You're so see-through, it must kill you Your fake morals go against you And don't try to deny what I know I survived And you'll never go through So we will do what we're supposed to Handle everything like we always do And make him go and hide

Does it really count If the words that form feel foreign in my mouth? Sleep away the day And leave me to sink in my bedroom shade Does it really count If I close my eyes and think of a way out? Would you really care If I stayed at home instead of being here? Instrumental Let me get out of this I can't say what I have to admit The ridges of your ceiling burned in my eyes The panic lingers though a year's gone by I guess the sun just got too close I felt the ground; I felt the impact The clarity that I now know It beats in my chest and I can't fake that I'm done with unheard words The static on the phone sounds so jarring 'Gainst the ringing of being alone Does anybody change or is it really just A matter of what's forgiven and forgot? So I'll just bite my lip and keep it to myself And outlook all the judgment that was felt You know it's so damn hard for me to just ignore The fact that silence isn't mine anymore Instrumental I'll scream out my words If you pay attention I'll scream out my words If you just listen I guess the sun just got too close I felt the ground; I felt the impact The clarity that I now know It beats in my chest and I can't fake that I'm done with unheard words The static on the phone sounds so jarring 'Gainst the ringing of being alone Does anybody change or is it really just A matter of what's forgiven and forgot? So I'll just bite my lip and keep it to myself And outlook all the judgment that was felt You know it's so damn hard for me to just ignore The fact that silence isn't mine anymore Instrumental He said, she said... who's to tell? He said, she said... who's to tell? Who's to tell?