[Verse 1]

Fiending, peeking at the centerfolds

Cutting tinsel into gold

And hoping you won’t love me still

[Verse 2]

Mellow, cringy ugly fellows

Mixing water into gin

And chasing it with cinnamon

[Chorus]

Oh my God

Came down and rocked me, oh

[Verse 3]

Marksman, shooting apples off of heads

Jonesing for a cigarette

With sloppy shots on purpose

[Verse 4]

Keeping tabs on all my scrimmages

And crossing out my closest friends

For someone I can’t recommend

[Chorus]

Oh my God

Came down and rocked me, oh

[Outro]

Don’t call it a ghost to my own

Oh, hoo

God called my life a pretty life

It made me cry

Like oh, hoo