DON'T TRUST ANYONE!

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Travis Barker

Travis Landon Barker (born November 14, 1975) is an American musician, producer and entrepreneur, most noted as the drummer for the American pop punk band Blink-182, as well as the alternative rock band +44, the rap rock band The Transplants, and the alternative rock band Box Car Racer. He was a frequent collaborator with the late DJ AM, and together they formed TRV$DJAM. more »

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Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! (Ayy!)

Crucify me wearing FTP, Cadillac swerving like it's necessary
Roll the window down, peeking out, Carbon monoxide is leaking out
Paranoia turns me into Spooky da Scary
(Ah) UFO sightings
I might be responsible
Veins look like lightning
Better call up the constable
Ruby unstoppable
Shit is impossible
Locked and loaded
Left a mess on the wall like the Glock exploded
Don't knock the slogan
"$Uicide FOR LIFE"
Bitch the clock is broken
Don't try and approach me
Trying to hit my roach and hoping we can go to the liquor store if it's open
Whatchu think that we gonna become fucking friends?
It's hopeless, better think again
Solo 'til the end, I'm hoping
Causing shit to bend until it's fucking broken
Ruby da Cherry fucking focused (uh)

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! (Yeah, yeah, ay!)

Crucify me reincarnated
I am the lion riding solo 'til I'm in the dirt, switch
Now I am Beelzebub
All of the skies will fall when I rise from the earth, switch
Keep me an AK and keep me a TEC
Grey 'til the grave
Tank on my neck
Truth or dare? Pick a dare you gon' meet death
.9 millimeter, six in the chamber
One for ya neck and one for ya head, switch!
Now I got your bitch on my Nextel
Asking for the dick in the hotel
F*ck that, need my fix and about twenty mil'
Dead man, skin dry, ridin' in a Hearse
Death bed, flat line, put me in a church
Watch the mother fucker burn (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Watch the mother fucker burn! (Ooh!, Ay!)

Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!
Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone! Don't trust anyone!

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