Cutestuff - Anaheim TwoThousands Lyrics

2am on a sunday
Lost my mind to your mundane
Take it back to the middle of the 12 pk
Looking for the next house party
Tall boys all around
Shot-gun like you won't be found
Drive around with a broken heart
Got your starry eyes fixed on the next big crowd

I can't ever see you I won't ever be you

Hanging out late in the parking lot
Screaming mari-marihuana mixes well with instant karma
Spark another blunt cause we're with the swisher swifts
Got diamonds on our teeth got pistols at our hips

Back back back to the middle
Dance dance dance just to feel good
Wake up from a dead sleep stomping in my car
Thinking you saw spiders crawling all around
Castle park really late at night thinking you see sunlight
PBR by the case in the trunk
Spark another blunt cause its how we fly

Hanging out late in the parking lot
Screaming mari-marihuana mixes well with instant karma
Spark another blunt cause we're with the swisher swifts
Got diamonds on our teeth got pistols at our hips

I can't ever see you
I won't ever be you
Not so sure this feels good
Not so sure what does though
I can't ever see you
I won't ever be you
Not so sure what feels good
Not so sure what does though