Outer

I told you it’s hopeless
We tick like a time bomb
I might be going crazy
When I still call you baby

But you don’t have to be a sick bitch to be my lover
Can I have it my way, my way

Three shots in the pavement
Four shots in the dive bar
Three shots for the come up
I’m a pilot
I can take this, outer
Where’s my helmet and my spaceship, fly
Lone supplier

I make my money
Doing what I do
Never going to save it
There’s no need for explaining

Well you don’t have to be a rich bitch my lover
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Three calls on the payphone
Four blocks on thе cell line
Three shots from the livе wire
I’m nonviolent, but I'm hasty
Now, cause' you don't want to hit the high notes
I don’t want it
I don’t want it
And, you gonna get me higher
So fight your own war
Fight your own war

Oh my word
Oh my word
Our time is up
Oh my word