Vices got me falling

My plugs' calling

We're sad but balling

These days i wake with an attitude

She's like why you mad at me?

Baby I'm not mad at you

I just hate the world and all the things that I've had to do

Bad decisions with some bad intentions

Oh baby I'm bad for you

But you're good for me

Fuck it we'll call that chemistry

You want us to grow old together like an oak tree

But baby I'm growing tired and I'm only twenty three

Vices got me falling

My plugs' calling

Orange bottles full we're sad but balling

Young dumb boys making money that's appalling

If we grow old we'll have trouble recalling

I'm living in the now why the fuck you stalling?

Been making money еver since star shopping

I got smile but insidе I'm sobbing

You can hate on me but the money keeps coming

Vices got me falling

My plugs' calling

Orange bottles full we're sad but balling

Young dumb boys making money that's appalling

If we grow old we'll have trouble recalling