FourSeasons lyrics

[Intro]
BasketCase

[Verse]
There's a deafening silence inside my head
A weapon right under the bed
But checking out's not an option when you dead
I'd rather address it instead
I prefer this pain over meds
I choose to suffer b*tch, f*ck it, the end of the day ain't the end
Back to my motherf*cking old ways
Combat boots, trench coats in the hallways
Happiness is far away, anger's my neighbor
Knocking at my door, I hate that I love to answer
Used to roll around in a Tahoe
Brokеn windows swerving in and out of potholes
Now the valеt pull up to my spot, oh
I forgot my dope and said, "No problem"
I'm stepping into Four Seasons, riding for no reason
White trash, five star only for the weekend
Living like a yuppie was a goal and we done it
Muddy boots on the table when we eating out in public
20k throw a rave in the middle of the Prada store
Back in the day I rocked my sneakers til my toe show
Life is a lie, death is the truth
You dial 911, I just call my troops
There's a deafening silence inside my head
A weapon right under the bed
But checking out's not an option when you dead