W.T.F. ft. AprilFoolChild

Okay, 2:30 in the morning, leaving out of Marquee

She can't find her self-respect, I can't find my car key

Guess it's for the best before this night gets any messier

Don't take it as a loss, but as a lesson from the messenger

A plethora of regrets on my plate

One less tear that's swept off of her face

If by the grace of God I can replace it with a smile

I hope my soul can be redeemed, you know it's bound to take a while

Cause you know, I mean you know

Nothing exciting as Dyckman, I'm susceptible to culo

Wake up with a log, that's the dog in me Pluto

Breakin' hearts since 4th grade gotta shout out Ms. Arujo man