No Falafel

You caught me red handed spacing off again
Blood on my blankets no falafel
If these walls could talk you know they'd throw up
And you'll clean it you dumb fuck
Again and again
And you'll love it

29 going on 16
Heading straight to the grave

Waking up with a dry mouth from the shittiest dreams
Trees lose leaves people change I stay the same
If these walls could talk you know they'd throw up
And you'll clean it you dumb fuck

No falafel not tomorrow

Ad-Rock, MCE, Mike D the Beastie Boys fought for your right to party you pissed it away
What goes up must come right back down
You'll find me hanging after the greatest party

Cut me down