Okay, okay, dirty habits well you
Don't say, you don't say
I got dirty in my own veins, Cobain
Try to stop me, I'm like no way, no way, yeah
Baby, pass the bottle quit with all the stalling.
You're gonna do
What I tell you
And you live under my roof
You gonna follow my rules
But wear this
And wear more that
And that's too much black
And eating makes you fat
I fucking hate my mom
I hate my mom
I hate my mom
I hate my mom
Don't speak
Unless your spoken too
Because it's really rare
And if so I
Don't need to know you
Turn this on
Still leaning on, yeah