[transcribing...]
You don't ever bother me about it
Swear to God you bring Nirvana to me
I need 20 dollars
Every time I hit your line up
Almost quit, had no exit out
Cuz you held me down
Called you during crisis
When I had to swallow my pride you did the heimlich
Didn't have a solution
Stacked up, wounds you patched up
I need 20 dollars
Every time I hit your line up
I know you won't judge me
Living on a fantasy land
Drinking on a mimosa
Get a little weird
It's really a time together