Swishers on the counter in the kitchen

Flower on the boxes in the living

Promised you that I can make a living

Off of music so I said you gotta listen

And I'm sorry that I never really listen

But I swear there's really something that I'm missing

And I promise you I'm gonna make you miss me

And I promise you I'm gonna make you miss me

All this arguing

Something like

Lighter fluid

Something like

Lighter fluid

Many times, plenty times

We walk around

The city lights

We see the crowd

And wonder high

And in that time

We feel alive

And love the skin

We taste tonight

If love was real, It'd still plight

And I still try to be polite

But one day I might lose that fight

All this arguing

Something like

Lighter fluid

Something like

Lighter fluid

All your hair

And all your tree

Can't fix you up

Bitch you need therapy

I got someone that you might like to see

Kick me out whatever

Said you're leaving from the south

Whatever

But you never really saw us all together

Never wanted love

Only wanted what was better

Never really trust

Cause you can't even remember

Stupid fucking bitch

I hope you rot in a cellar

Get up out my way

All I say is hi

Cause I don't know what to say

And I'm always on my high

That's why I don't know what to say

Go mute on a bitch

Then I go about my day

Hit the chicken spot with some cajun on my tray

Bissonet tripping on valentine's day

Roll another with some coke on a plate