On My Way Out
Material Girl
This my Last Call, all I want is one last call with my grammy
Last track on an album that'll never cop a Grammy
Maybe life got revolving doors, hard to say who comes and goes
Been stupid too long, now what the fuck do I know
Lied to my mom, that shit ate me alive homes
Couldn't just swerve and take I-5 homes
Couldn't just buck up and take that long drive home
I think I'm a fuck up when I think of all the time gone
Feel like you failed when they say ya mind is a diamond
Sweepin' through my human flaws, with a fine comb
Cross the cross country hand me switchin' hella timezones
Disappear in the fold of America, I'm gone