Stitches

I keep it tucked
Tommy tucked
It's a gun
Run it up
He pulling up
Yeah he fucked up
He wan pull up
This ain't a joke
Aim with scope
Blow his dome
Tot the chrome
Bullets go
They ain't for show
I'll make a show
Cos I'm the goat
Look look

I be sitting on the mantle
I have problems inside problems shit that I can't handle
She kicked to the curb put my face up to the gravel
Reminiscent of a distant past whilst
Her blade has unravelled
She stabbed me in the heart
My stitches rip apart
For the last time I think that this girl
Had planned this from the start
Break apart crashing hard
Running in just like I'm Bart
Broken heart like tony stark

I keep it tucked
Tommy tucked
It's a gun
Run it up
pulling up
Yeah he fucked up
He wan pull up
This ain't a joke
Aim with scope
Blow his dome
Tot the chrome
Bullets go
They ain't for show
I'll make a show
Cos I'm the goat
Look look

I be feeling I be thinking
My mum and dad are never sad ever since we left Lincoln
Ever since I kept it clean I make sure I ain't geekin
Now I just walk away if I see some weirdo tweakin
Yet I'm tweakin then I tweeting fuck with me I'll leave you bleeding
You locked me in a room where there was a closing ceiling
Broken heart Ripped apart
Guess I didn't even need it
I look around and I can't find another reason

I keep it tucked
Tommy tucked
It's a gun
Run it up
pulling up
Yeah he fucked up
He wan pull up
This ain't a joke
Aim with scope
Blow his dome
Tot the chrome
Bullets go
They ain't for show
I'll make a show
Cos I'm the goat
Look look