STARING AT THE SUN

[Verse 1]
You a punk
You could try and kill me, I might beat you to the punch
Tell me that you want me, you could turn me into dust
Etch it in my wrist until the edge is getting blunt
Edge is getting blunt, 'til the edge is getting— (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not a fan of me either
Cigarette burnin' holes in your T-shirt
I'm a pain, I'm a goddamn fever
Go ahead, push the blade down deeper

[Chorus]
You got a problem? Maybe you should run away from it
You talk a lot, I can't believe you haven't gained from it
You so cool, maybe I should take a page from it
I swear to God, I mean, look what you have done
I got a duffel in the trunk, it's got your name on it
You talkin' tough, you better buck and get your aim on it
You so cool, maybe I should take a page from it
Why you cryin'? Were you starin' at the sun?

[Verse 2]
I could make you bleed if you want that
Your neck in a belt, two C's on the front
I'm a mess, you could tell
I been fiendin' a bunch
I'm a brat, I'm a punk
I'ma leave, you could trust like—

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm not a fan of me either
Take a hit, two, three to the gut, keep it up
Put my face on a tee if you want
Got you stuck, got you wrapped up around my finger

[Chorus]
You got a problem? Maybe you should run away from it
You talk a lot, I can't believe you haven't gained from it
You so cool, maybe I should take a page from it
I swear to God, I mean, look what you have done
I got a duffel in the trunk, its got your name on it
You talkin' tough, you better buck and get your aim on it
You so cool, maybe I should take a page from it
Why you cryin'? Were you starin' at the sun?

[Outro]
Why you cryin'? Were you starin' at the sun?