Come Off (feat. Madde)

If you're gonna tell me to fuck off you better use your words
All the ink in my pen is running out in thirds
Look at their hands they're waving goodbye
Don't let these thoughts be so black tie

Come on, Come off
Come on, Come on, Come on

This is for me everything is okay
Even though I shattered someone's good ashtray
Where'd all the time go, is it up to me?
I am growing a cherry bomb on a lemon tree

Come on, Come off
Come on, Come on, Come on

Everyone needs to crack to see what's inside
Strictly living out of the great divide
Let the idiot speak and the talk talk talk
And exit the room with the gawk gawk gawk

Come on, Come off
Come on, Come on, Come on