Hope 2

Rest in peace to all the kids that lost their lives in the fucking shooter

This song is dedicated to you

Stacking shoes all on my plate

So outside my misery

I think I'll find

A way of envisioning

Ourselves, oh, for the rest of us

The rest of us

Fuck it, she keep calling, she keep calling

Every single night

And I don't mind, 'cause I'm cute as I am

Oh, I'm such a god, I'll be in my mind

Swimmin' when I die, yeah, when you cross my mind

You don't wanna die, yeah

No, I'm not alright, yeah

I might start a riot, yeah

I'm so fuckin' tired, yeah

So, so, what you say?

Feelin' good, I'm feelin' great

Tired of the fuckin' hate

Stackin' sheets all on my plate