I am so sorry Please understand We could be the perfect story But I just cant take your hand Because you're dancing with the dead Blast it I dont wanna hear all that sh** and thats it No more dinner with ratchets fact is Everybody needs their a** kicked I do you too so have at it Gas it Who crashes the fastest smack in the back of my adolescence Smash it Late but pa**ed the cla**es goin on dates with the a** with gla**es I dreamt of playin ma**ives jumpin off stage and the hotel mattress Now I cant afford the gas just to get me out to wherever the cash is