Born2run

Hey I like your bra

Thanks I got it from my very best friend

Nailed her once in high school and then never again

Drugs and money who's between your covers

Wouldn't matter to me one way or the other

And when thots and animals storm the capital

You'll watch c-span for fun

It's a fuckin' drag and it's crazy sad but

You'll do what's gotta be done

Are you really gonna save the world like that

With your tits half out on Instagram I mean

Yeah motherfucker that was always the plan

I'm gonna wear this shit to Congress man so

Hop off my dick

Cuz this whole thing makes me feel sick

And you're mean to kids

Why can't you just stop picking on them

Life and liberty sometimes property

The right to try to feel good

Her heart is pure and the math checks out so what's the move

And how could you do this when I learned my rights from you

Here's a little fact I cry all the time

About the state and healthcare for the grand design

And sometimes it's sad sometimes it's bittersweet

But it's how you'll know I'm me

And now gun control's a fuckin' wicked problem

I don't know if anybody knows quite how to solve it

But if I were in Congress and someone shot up a school

I'd fucking cry about that too

And so

My question is do you

Are you really gonna save the world this way

Crying like a kid every single day

Hell yeah motherfucker I'm afraid it's true

People are in pain what's wrong with you so

Hop off my dick your Nixon smile makes me fuckin' sick

You should be just as wrecked as I am

I'm pretty fuckin' angry that you're not

And when thots and animals storm the capital

You'll watch c-span for fun

Cuz it's a fuckin' drag and it's crazy sad

But you'll do what's gotta be done

The rules were

Life and liberty

Sometimes property

The right to try to feel good

Her heart is pure and the math checks out

So what's the move

And why would you do this when I learned my rights from you

And when

Soft boys and their succulents

And girls dressed to crack skulls

Take the capital and render its capitol null

We'll all feel a bit more pumped and a

Bit less sad

Paint our shirts, say we're sorry, and call our dads