Lighthouse boy, where you running off to. Pretty face girl can I run off with you.

Yeah, the TV isn't playing much

and you're used to Johnny Bobo getting buff and you're yoke your cards don't feel good anymore.

So now you won't tattoos, a little bit of booze

with someone to hold a night.

You and mama always argue when you say you're gonna leave she cries and holds you tight

You're sipping in your ass you wanna fight but you took on for all that height

And now you wanna ride but you wanna hide because you don't know what you like.

I don't that you're transparent,

when living makes, they will not be all today.

They will not be all today.

Tires on you so more, you can't concentrate.

But you gotta get, you gotta get your mind to blank. The Lighthouse boy is that girl light up.

She always goes pink so you can disguise the fact that she's always feeling blue.

Yeah, your friends aren't doing much, and you want to run off and feel a touch because we're genuine talk you don't need to hide your grow.

And now you're into the web girls always in your head by your pop for your lean at the corner store.

You and mama still arguing, but you never must

so you swallow you bite and go.

You're afraid of attachments.

And you don't want to get comfortable.

You want to ride, but you want to hide because you don't know what you like.

I know that you're transparent, were leaving eggs.

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