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  • Can’t Stop Me

    Can’t Stop Me

    Infinitely Stoned Productions

    Yeah, kick the damn door in (ha!)

    You want a scene,

    here we are

    I walk in pissed off,

    grin like a busted zip tie Big mouth,

    cheap suit, bad luck stacked sky-high I talk slick shit,

    then trip on the punchline King of the trash fire,

    crowned by a street sign Got a head full of bees and

    a tongue full of switchblades Love turns ugly,

    so I bill it by the rib-cage I roast myself first,

    then I aim where your chin shakes Funny how the clown still

    bleeds when the grin breaks You want facts?

    Fine, I got debt and a dead stare Half my damn jokes

    come loaded from despair I bark,

    she cuts in, crowd ducks,

    glassware Whole room smelling like sweat,

    smoke, and bad air We laugh too loud when the room goes

    red

    Say we're fine with a boot on the neck

    If I say jump,

    you say burn it instead We're a bad idea with a check

    We're two bad mouths in a cheap motel

    Kiss like a fistfight,

    laugh when it goes to hell

    You call it love,

    we call it one more wreck

    Burning up pretty with our boots on each neck

    Hey, hey, don't save us now

    Hey, hey, we're too far gone somehow Baby,

    I'm gorgeous in the worst damn way Mascara like war paint,

    mood like a switchblade play I flirt with the crash just to

    feel shit move High heels on your throat with a halftime groove

    He says he's the problem,

    cute, get in line I alphabetize chaos and I make it rhyme

    Pretty little arsonist, heart in a trash bag Smile for the cameras

    while I wave the red flag I don't need help,

    I need a bigger backstage More room for the rage and the

    bills I can't pay Still got my mother on the voicemail crying

    So I joke real sharp so nobody hears dying

    When the joke dies down,

    I hear the house creak

    All that big shit talk gets thin by the sink

    I know why I bite,

    I know why she screams We're covering old cuts with cheap glitter

    and drinks We're two bad mouths in a cheap motel

    Kiss like a fistfight,

    laugh when it goes to hell

    You call it love,

    we call it one more wreck

    Burning up pretty with our boots on each neck

    Hey, hey, don't save us now

    Hey, hey, we're too far gone somehow

    What a beautiful damn mess

    Yeah, clap for the trainwreck

    We break, we grin,

    we don't confess

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