Showed Up Lyrics

Speeding car going 90 in the rain (yeah yeah)

She's doing coke like the 80"s was her name (80's 80's)

This fucking ecstasy got me feeling insane

Being with her is a recipe for mistakes

Showed up to the party Unannounced, unconscious

Tiny little capsule full of tweak inside my pocket

Keep an eyeball on the clock that bitch ain't stopping

Whipping myself home like I drive a fuckin rocket

I put my energy in you I want returns

Your reputations pretty bad from everything I've heard

You get a bag and all you do is fucking splurge

It's kinda fuckin sad watching you dig into dirt

This bitch is like an endless money pit the fucking worst

Once you give her one thing then she'll want the fucking third

She won't treat you with respect that on my word

Every little issue just becomes a fucking blur

I need some ventilation

Get me out this house get my car and get in

Spin that bitch around yea imma spin it again

I drank a hefty amount from the beginning to end

You said no, I said yes

We parted ways, what a mess

Time unfolds, I'm depressed

No control, no regrets

Party days, getting left

On a roll, on a tread

What a waste, oh I bet

Feeling old, so much left

I went to sleep and couldn't move when I awoke

Standing right in front of me was something of a ghost

I felt the demon put his hands around my throat

He told me that I'm gunna die I'm gunna die alone

Oooo yah

I just left this plane of existence I don't know where I am

Like Ooo yah

The sky just fell apart and the walls are caving in

(You're too good to be true)

(That's what I have learned)

(It's the unfortunate truth)

(The inevitable burn)

(I miss you so much)

Speeding car going 90 in the rain (yeah yeah)

She's doing coke like the 80"s was her name (80's 80's)

This fucking ecstasy got me feeling insane

Being with her is a recipe for mistakes

GOOOO (brrraa)

Got that little bitch going (brr brraah

Shiny little thing on her itty bitty wrist going (rraa)

(Showed up to the party Unannounced, unconscious)

(Tiny little capsule full of tweak inside my pocket)

(Keep an eyeball on the clock that bitch ain't stopping)

(Whipping myself home like I drive a fuckin rocket)