I’ve got my forty ounce, and a system to overthrow.
Know what to worry about, and nowhere to go.
I traded in my hope for a hangover and a headache.
I’m contemplating rope, but can’t tie knots that great.
Who needs love? NOT ME!
Who needs friends? I GOT ME!
Who needs drugs? ME!
Who needs sex? I GOT ME!
You know one thing i’ll never do is talk about past relationships in a negative way. Yeah I’ve dated some people that were downright shitty to me but I appreciate all the good that came with it. And i’d never tell anyone to not be cool with an ex just because they’re an ex. That’s just fucking immature.
Say Anything/Saves The Day Anniversary Tour
Be my friends you bootybutts.