You've Got Red On You

Trash once Trash forever Oh! Die alone Fine, I'm sure you know I know That you know Things will never ever be better Start a clean letter Baby, wipe your nose and just Be better Remember when you used to see me for free? What a treat! Long lines just to hear what I preach I'm still me And that's a problem You've got em! We got em! Feels good at the bottom Breathe in And let it swallow you whole! Only callin' when you're flyin' so High! Thinkin' that's alright Drinkin' til' left, rights Now you get to see What you made of me Honey A little louder for the back now! Old wounds Busted open again Here's the thing About the broken That it's always the end What a trend! Cryin' in the shower (It's a weekday!) Drugs for lunch and dinner (That's just peak me!) Nobody, nobody Gets a free say! "Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe Wake up and just forget how I've been Think again! What I spend? Hey, what's wrong? What the receipts say? Only callin' when you're flyin' so High! Thinkin' that's alright Drinkin' til' left, rights Now you get to see What you made of me Honey A little louder for the back now! Callin' all my problems from my new phone Take two and sing your sorrow with a new tone I'm so addicted to the way I feel when I am the scene So, Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! "Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe "Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe "Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe