Days in the south, I tweet about it
You still read about me sometimes, yeah
Your nose running from the blow
Funny thing, you didn't even notice
Colorblind, summer child, yeah

That first night in that hatchback
Where we fucked slow but you came fast
And I, I think about that sometimes, yeah
Earthquake poems, heartbreak poets
I still reek from the potion, potion

Speeding tickets, we exceed the limit
I blame it on the young and the wicked
Oh-oh-oh
I blame it on the young and the wicked

You feel like I'm turning
Into something, into something
And I feel like I'm losing
You to nothing, you to nothing

Where you wanna go, you can tell me
I been on the low, you can help me
All choked up in your feelings
I don't want your Coke, brought Pepsi
A V124
Is coasting through the snow
My neck is iced [?] frozen
Not like that, you know