Kind of Like Spitting
Please Don’t Sweat the Afterlife
Washing hair and deep down
And disappear
Flipping off planes from the ground
Expensive sex, my self esteem
If I, if I should lose my life
If, If I should lose all right, all right, all right
And you’re decent in the middle smoking belittled
You're so nervous, it makes me nervous
If I, if I should lose my life
If I, If I
All right, all right, all right
All right, all right, all right
All right!