a distorted song about vicky Lyrics

Could I come with you to Colorado

I been real sad

You ask me why, it's not hard to follow

I hate your dad

And that bitch hate me back

So we agree on that

I heard about your past

But we can move past that

I heard you like my tracks

I heard you went moved back

You heard i got these bags

So what you do about that?

Yo can I move real fast

Like could you have me back

Do you happen to need grass?

Cuz I got a lot of that

Do you happen to need cash?

Cuz I don/t got a lot of that

Heard he talking he a rat

Oh we bout to have a rat attack

My shit go rat-tat-tat

It might just hit your back

To be real I miss your tats

You were my blacked out brat

I been wearing that old hat

Because you like that hat

That your new dude he a fag

He got nothin on a baseball bat

Can he sing or can he rap

Bet he don't know shit about swag

Life is over it's a wrap

Cuz music is all I have

Vicky you're all I had

And I been drawing your tattoos

I think I'm stuck in the backrooms

I didn't realize I had you

I know I told a lie a bad move

But you gotta know I had to

Shit was that or either bad news

And now I'm doing ye in bathrooms

You're doing great I have a bad mood

I barely knew your name and bagged you

Back when we met in the staffroom

Saw me and turned to a statue, you stay still

And I know you left cuz you had to, but stay here

I never been much of a poster, thought it was chill

Is there any space in boulder, I need to get there

I tried to sleep but i couldn't sleep, just thinking about you

I tried to eat but I couldn't eat, just playing with food

Oh can I right my wrongs

What if I write you a song

Can it be done are you gone

Cuz we really got along