What’s In It For Me?

I told my family to get inside of you
A hard head makes it seem like we’re screwed

Oh god, I’m left on the side of the road
Police passing by, all eyes to be rolled
My phones gone
And my tones out

Oh, what a time a to be you

Oh god, My luck would pry through the phone
Cold feet, I could die, I could cry on my own
I hold on
Till he shows out

I feel entitled to move

Built up my courage
And made a cut
It’s in the air
A kind of dust
The law of attraction sold us
And pushed us out of a home

Pride aside, am I a joke?
I wonder if I could vandalize
Your image from my lies
I would be a hypocrite, you see the same from your eyes

Why now?
Is this for later?
Or should I
Be the bigger person and not offer a wager?

Im too far ahead to make this work
I can see, I’m a thief, but I’d be goddamn wrong to be hurt

Oh god, I’m left on the side of the road
Police passing by, all eyes to be rolled
My phones gone
And my tones out

Oh, what a time a to be you

Oh god, My luck would pry through the phone
Cold feet, I could die, I could cry on my own
I hold on
Till he shows out

I feel entitled to move