[Intro: Jonny Craig]
Feel light as it flows
And flows

[Verse 1: Jonny Craig, Will Swan]
Can't hide the fact that we're both here
<(Runnin' rampant round town with my head in the ground
But that’s just s-u-p-p-o-s-e)
Don't let it go, we're so scared
(How it’s suppose to be
Me in the trunk making audible thumps)
Draw the line, he knows
(And we break and we dip and we crash and we fly
But it’s not really a big deal, I’m a tolerable guy)
Peel back the book for a while
(In the age of piss when the old man whistles
Yeah I’m late, but don’t remind me of our separate pistols)

[Verse 2: Jon Mess]
I’m ballistically drunk, I’m a triumphant lump
I’m an instant glow ball coffee syrup florist filled gunk
That beat is mystically drunk, I’m a triumphant lump
I’m an instant glow ball coffee syrup de clog your gunk
(De clog your gunk
De clog your gunk)
Gunk, drunk, gunk, drunk
[Chorus: Jonny Craig]
It's only funny in the back side of love
Well, I won't let it break my self-esteem
Oh, it's only funny in the back side of love
We'll open our graves

[Post-Chorus: Jon Mess]
Move on, I caught you instantly
Move on, you stomping elephant
Move on, I caught you instantly
Move on, you stomping elephant

[Verse 3: Jonny Craig]
But I'd hate to say no
When it comes to those beautiful blue eyes
And I'd hate to say no
When it comes to those beautiful fuckin' eyes
Hold on girl, well, I promise that we'll have it all
Hold on girl, well, I promise that we'll have it all

[Interlude: Spoken Word]
Hello, I will talk to you, I have some things to go over with
Are you mad or spectacular?
Yes, yes so, so, so, so fifi fifi
Yes but my face has been melted
Hello? I will talk to you
Are you mad or spectacular?
[Chorus: Jonny Craig]
It's only funny in the back side of love
Well I won't let it break my self-esteem
It's only funny in the back side of love
We'll open our graves

[Outro: Jon Mess]
You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
You know how to fake cry
You’ve got that ostrich beak that’s lowering your skill in sneak
You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
You know how to fake cry
You’ve got that ostrich beak that’s lowering your skill in sneak
You’ve got loud as fuck sighs
You know how to fake cry
You got, you got, you got, you got me