Let Me In, Let Me Go

Get that Bag Getro
Comin' for the NextLane
I got way too many
Fucking holes in the wall
Because my brain dead dad
Sat dead in the
Dead in the fall
(Brain dead dad sat dead in the, dead in the)

Had an epiphany
I bought her Tiffany
She think that she like diamonds
Showed her diamond rings
Fucked up myself on pills
Don't call my cellphone please
Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency

Tell me what she gon' do with me now
I miss those days
When we would fool around
Stay up aloud by the phone
Let me in, Let me go
I do not know how to love
But if you could show me the road

Yeah, the high school days
They're dead and gone
I got a new bad bitch
That I don't want
It sucks that I got
Way too many fucking holes in the wall
Because my brain dead dad
Sat dead in the fall

You know that we're not
Better off when we're alone
(She said that she don't want it)
If you can't hop on a plane
Then I'm running, I'm running
Swear to God that I'm running

Had an epiphany
I bought her Tiffany
She think that she like diamonds
Showed her diamond rings
Fucked up myself on pills
Don't call my cellphone please
Unless it's 9-11, and an emergency

Tell me what she gon' do with me now
I miss those days
When we would fool around
'Cause all I am is yours
But you don't have the time for me