I Think My First Album Opened A

The Parents Are Pissed, But The Kids Love It.

His Palms Are Sweaty, Knees Weak, Arms Are Heavy There's Vomit On His Sweater Already, Mom's Spaghetti He's Nervous, But On The Surface He Looks Calm And Ready To Drop Bombs, But He Keeps On Forgettin' What He Wrote Down, The Whole Crowd Goes So Loud He Opens His Mouth, But The Words Won't Come Out He's Chokin', How, Everybody's Jokin' Now The Clocks Run Out, Times Up, Over, Blaow!

I Just Drank A Fifth Of Vodka, Dare Me To Drive?

Yo, I Failed Ninth Grade Three Times, But I Don't Think It Was Necessarily 'cause I'm Stupid.

As Long As The Wrong Feels Right - It's Like I'm In Flight.