Where is He?

歌詞

God damn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug, and where is he now? So where is he, so where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he? God damn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug, and where is he now? I don't know if I'ma be around this year Hate getting out of bed but I tell myself I love it Days fly by like a Concord here I'm waiting for the crash, still waiting for the crash 45, 90, hit the ground, my dear By the time you know, it'll be too late I'm all out of luck and I've been too scared To answer voices I can't hear Role models say live it, but I just wanna get livid Keeping out of trouble's like keeping out of opinions I don't know where it all goes, call me pronto Acting like a honcho but really I'm more like Gonzo Mondo el a Quattro, getting blocked nose Hail Mary baby pop flow, like a rock show Dibble dabble dance with devil but I never lock eyes But I never lock eyes So where is he? So where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he? God damn, yeah, I love the attention Suicide boy, yeah, I love the affection Object, yeah, I love the objection Objectify me, girl, baby, ready my weapon Cocaine is a hell of preference When living ain't cheap and your nose got a mouth Six beers and it's asking me questions Like who's got the plug, and where is he now? Yeah, yeah, they got it Pick it up and burn a pocket 'til they drop it 51's is better odds and better profit You 49 and you percenting out of pocket, stop it Dish lickers but you wouldn't go to trotters It's all the same, sign your name on the dotted What's your make, run a rake at a rotty Couple stakes and a staffy like I'm sorry, but I'm not Every time I say, it's fucking up my gut Used to say it everyday Think everyday's enough Now I'd rather hit the legs then give it up V8s licking on the road to galahs Couple chicks want it but the boys want a laugh VBs flowing off the hoist and the bath Yelling see me neck it, out the sack or a cast That's enough, just a day living burnt in your yard So where is he? So where is he? So where is he? So where is he now? So where is he now? So where is he now? Where is he?