Boy In Detention

Bridge

Trapped in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts

Verse 1

She giving blow jobs
Giving blow jobs
Giving blow jobs since she found herself with no job
Licking or fucking or whatever seem like no prob
She doing anything and everything at all costs
Asking, “Why God”, asking, “Why God”
Asking why, truth be told you’ll never see the fucking cause
They always tell us, “Truth be told, you’ll never drive those cars”
The ones you dream of
The ones you dream of
Hurts to know I can’t wake up next to the one I dream of
As kids we had fun, till we start talking ‘bout having kids
As kids we had fun, till we start talking ‘bout having kids
Now our kids ain’t nothing more than a fucking dream
Now I‘m resting next to shore as they drown at sea
But baby rest assured…nah who I’m kidding with?
We really making promises we rarely keep
And in this game we only playing for the fucking keeps
And in this game they always promising some classic shit
But in this game they always giving up some average shit

Bridge

Trapped in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
Trapped in my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
In my own thoughts
I’m being held fucking captive in my own thoughts