Fidlar Aluminum
It's too late to tell me how you feel
I've been out since you took everything
Aluminum sticking out of my pocket
Broken straw but we should have just shot it
I'll wait and listen to you speak
Nodding out and you forget to breath
Aluminum all over my window
Broken gun pointed at my temple
And okay I guess I'm living rough
And all your drugs won't get me high enough
Aluminum all over my windows
Broken gun pointed at my temple
And you said that I could be something
And we both know that you mean nothing
Aluminum all over my windows
Loaded gun pointed at my temple
Aluminum all over my windows
Broken gun pointed at my temple
Aluminum all over my windows
Broken gun pointed at my temple
