Fight just to fuck just to fight again
World war three justified in bed
Mess me up, now we ain´t even friends
But the truth is I´m kind of tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one

I wasn´t feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can´t seem to learn
I never thought you´d leave me two for two
Again

Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You´ll ever find anyone
These bitches can´t measure up
Lights out, Strike out, I doubt
You´ll ever find anyone
These bitches can´t measure up
To my Ankles
Levels? Na, Levels? Na
Ankles
These bitches don´t make it to my ankles

Strippers and liquor and cigarettes
Apologized but your twitter said no regrets

I´d kill for a mute button in my head
You alright but I´m tired of
Pretending that I was the guilty one
I wasn´t feeling up no one but you
Lessons that I just can´t seem to learn
I never thought you´d leave me two for two
Again

Two feet , you´re shallow, too real
I know too well, Backwoods, you´re high
Backwards, two feet
Shallow, too real
I know two steps
Backwoods, you high
Backwards boy