My beautiful blood from mom and dad With the hand grenade pin out A beautiful breed, half whiskey, half weed Full disappointed, every chance I see When you are angry with everyone (With you lips locked, stomach dropped, chips on your shoulder)
Just because we are laughing, we're not making fun (Then you deal it, then you reel it in, it feels like a shotgun) Ah, don't turn your belly side up Show me your teeth, girl