My brain is in the gutter
My brain is in the gutter
Tripping on my lover oh
The white lines cover all the colors
Betrayed my mother (Oh)
I let it get the best of me
I admit it's my favorite recipe
But it's gonna be the death of me
It's the enemy
White lines are the remedy
Lay me and pray for me
Oppressing anxiety
And some just wanna get with me
Some just wanna laugh at me
And I'm the sinner, you're the saint
Take it off for me and roll your head back babe
Drank
Drank
2:58
Sitting at a bus stop in the rain
Felt a sharp pain shoot through my brain
I'm addicted to the pain
3:21
Woke up in the back seat with a gun
Blinded by the bright bleeding red sun
When I knew that the night wasn't done
My brain is in the gutter
My brain is in the gutter
Tripping on my lover oh
The white lines cover all the colors
Betrayed my mother oh
I let it get the best of me
I admit it's my favorite recipe
But it's gonna be the death of me
It's the enemy
It's the enemy
I, I'm addicted to this guy
Like my uncle chokes on cyanide
Like a gumdrop I swallowed my pride
Mmmm, mmm, mmm
And now I'm driving back to my house
In his brand new black Bentley and then I blacked out
Little bitches put in stitches
Bloody nose and burning bridges
I wanted to kiss her
Oh, oh, oh
Her lips dripped in gold
Oh, oh, oh
Mirror, shattered skull
And I'm the sinner, you're the saint
Take it off for me and roll your head back babe
Drank
Drank
Mmm
My brain is in the gutter
My brain is in the gutter
Tripping on my lover oh
The white lines cover all the colors
Betrayed my mother oh
I let it get the best of me
I admit it's my favorite recipe
But it's gonna be the death of me
It's the enemy
It's the enemy