Temecula b**h don't tell me there's a question, I'll hide my head, but it
might be the only difference
It was a great September
Take my air, now I can't breathe, f** my mind and you try to slide away
What'd you try to say? I want everything to fall apart
Like some junkie on his own
I want everything to fall apart
Well I know, oh I know, it's all I know Your fits go down like a champagne
One more time and I'll look the other way, for your great escape
But you soothe my head with your problems, f** my mind then you try
to slide away. What'd you try to say?