[Intro]
My eyes are re- re- really red
I only see angels swimming around me
My eyes are re- re- really red
Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it fucks you up
My eyes are re- re- really red
I only see angels swimming around me
My eyes are re- re- really red
Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it fucks you up
[Verse 1]
There's a party in the works tonight
Wear your fathers' trash
Rotten Vans and smash (Ahh, pra)
The DJ is playing russian trap
Someone drew a dick
On a stoned loser (Skrr)
Our plug is a guy from school
He has indica, sativa
Pokemon, speed and aids
But you, you'd do anything (Cmon show us how its done)
[Chorus]
My eyes are re- re- really red
I only see angels swimming around me
My eyes are re- re- really red
Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it fucks you up
My eyes are re- re- really red
I don't care what people thing
My eyes are re- re- really red
We're stoned dumbasses
[Verse 2]
Just be brave, just go hard
Sniff some glue then go on
Until your brain gets fried (Pow-pow-pow)
You're just acting drunk
While you film your blacked-out friends
To put them on your story (Yeah, skrr)
Sergio pours some pink Sprite
Steals his grandma's meds
So we down them like candy
But you, you'd do anything
You got that from your mother
[Bridge]
And skaters and stoners and worn out teens
And punk kids and hip hoppers and JB haters
Renegades, thrifters and Gucci wearing bitches
Are now dancing to this shit by your mother's favourite group
[Chorus]
My eyes are re- re- really red
I only see angels swimming around me
My eyes are re- re- really red
Doesn't matter what it is, as long as it fucks you up
My eyes are re- re- really red
I don't care what people thing
My eyes are re- re- really red
We're stoned dumbasses
[Bridge]
Yo, girl, motherfucker
Skrr, skrr, yeah
Chika-chika, bitch, uh
Trap, trap, this ain't rap, rap
Bitch, party's now over 'till we dead ('Till we dead, man, uh)
[Outro]
'Till we throw up on the floor
'Till we wrestle on crushed glass
'Till you end up blacked-out
Faces pale like vampire's
Shit fries like Raichu
'Till you wake up in the trash
Without your phone
Everything is hilarious
'Till your dad picks you up
And beats your as slike a little bitch
'Till we throw up on the floor
'Till we wrestle on crushed glass
'Till you end up blacked-out
Faces pale like vampire's
Shit fries like Raichu
'Till you wake up in the trash
Without your phone
Everything is hilarious
'Till your dad picks you up
And beats your as slike a little bitch
We're fried dumbasses
Of a failed generation
We're fried dumbasses
Of a failed generation