Letra : Untitled

It's tradition in my house
To bring the boy over, unannounced
On a mission for a spouse
Don't you smile too big or he'll ask for your hand
And you'll end up alone and endowed

But it doesn't matter anyhow
I don't bat for your team now

Now I'm flying, windows down
Burning gra** on the temple grounds
One foot out, shoot me down
Mourn my death on the news
Blame my mom and tattoos
And keep saving your spit for the drought

And I pray to a God that doesn't care
At least not enough to be there

Oh, I'm not afraid of dying
But I swear to God if I lose
This self-proclaimed quitter
Will have a bone to pick with you

Bet you didn't think you'd see me