David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind

David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind

Die

You're a piece of shit, I mean it

I have forty fivе on the clock, that's forty five minutes I got

A sorе throat, always talking like it's Cold and Cough

If I had a will to live, then I guess I would tell you off

But I don't really mind if you yell at me, I mean it

Waste your time screaming through the screen, you're anemic

8 feet tall with a sombrero hat kinda

Fits the definition

David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind

David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind

David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind

David's got a temper again

You said you made a lot of wrong turns, turning the bend

I hate I argue when you glance at me, and think that we're friends

I got prophecies, like Socrates, I blow in the wind