Lyrics
(And the oscar goes to)
I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die
I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you
I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me
I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight
I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die
I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you
I wanna go 83, drive off a bridge with me
I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight
Tell my sister that I miss her
Tell my brother I was wrong
Tell my mother that I love her
Tell my father to be strong
Tell my cousins, and their cousins, and my nieces and nephews
Tell my uncles, aunts, and auntiеs, grandma's, grandpa's, grandma too
Tell my friends that it's okay, know I'm with you every day
Nothing's ever gonna change even if we separate
Tell my lover that I'm sorry for these days I couldn't save
Know I love you from the morning to the night I drive away
I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die
I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you
I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me
I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight
I wanna go 85, drive off a bridge and die
I wanna go 82, drive off a bridge with you
I wanna go 83, drive off this bridge with me
I wanna go 85, drive off this bridge tonight
There's a sickness in my head, keeps me lying in my bed
Orange light from the morning sun, it's me, no, oops, I did it again
Oay, I'll turn off all the screens
Okay, I'll scroll off all the feeds
Feed the children to the beast just to keep their numbers green
Shoutout to my girl named Lexi, keepin' my brain real healthy
Keeping me cool
Tats all over her neckies, sayin' she's glad that she met me
Girl, me too
Finger in the air like "check please!"
Ass lookin' fat like a pair of old Etnies
Been stewing these beats so long in a homemade pot
Should I sell 'em on etsy?
Fuck a two-door, give me that four-door
E39 or the B7RS
'Cause if I'm goin' off the motherfuckin' bridge
I'ma do it with a skid, J-turn lookin' flawless
6'4 in the room, in person
Red light put me in the dark, I'm perfect
Dropped outta college, chrysalis burstin'
Spin a butterfly, masked up like a surgeon
Chop this shit like it's on a roll, bitch
Put the only IVs in my window brain
Lookin' around I see copies of me
Like you bitches run Michael soft Binbows eight
I want the top like a cymbal clang
Kick the bass pedal like that bitch second stage
Do a couple fuckin' double triple paradiddles
On my snare drum while they just around and sayin'
Awesome, oh wow
Like totally freak me out
I feel like I could be gunned down any second, hear the sound, bang
Awesome, oh wow
Like totally freak me out
I feel like I could be gunned down any second, anytime soon
(Wow, it's a new record)
(Shut up, Jakey!)
