I used to give a fuck, but Lately I’ve been given up And I gotta say that I feel fine Molly and red wine have Got me singing, “it’s alright, man, It’s alright now.” And, “is this really something we should fight about, man?” It’s been a month, how come I haven’t heard from you? Man, I don’t just do shit because you tell me too. And it’s been a month how come I haven’t heard from you? Man, I don’t just do shit because you told me too. I got a gun in the car and scrambled eggs on a plate That I left by your beside, ‘cause I wanted to say, That I’m screwed if I don’t and I’m screwed if I do, so I’m going. So I’m going.

I’m just a no good ruffian, Never done anything right kind of kid With a view like a bandit from the bottom of the world Ashing my blunt wraps curled As I talk to my mom on a Blackberry Pearl That I stole from the Verizon Store And I was being nice before But now the fun is over, this is revolution I’m sure. I’m just a drop-out, burn-out, nothing to write home about Middleclass, skinny-ass, acting like a punk-ass half-a-pack smoker After class dope toker with a Brookes Brothers button-down I haven’t washed in weeks now Son, this shit is just begun Expect more as soon as all my friends are grown up and living in suburbia, We’ll still be strung out, driving down the Drag now, I hope I’m not disturbing ya’ And we had plans, but man, you went to Texas Tech And spent the first semester dropping acid like an Aztec And I went out of state, but man it’s okay It’s all okay We’re just dumb kids anyway Oooh I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of kid who does what he’s asked to And I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of kid who does what he’s asked to And I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of kid who does what he’s asked to do 5 o’clock, after school, we’re sparking up 9 o’clock we’re starting up 1 o’clock we’re getting drunk And you got right, like we hadn’t You’re driving us south like you’re throwing a mallet And we got the 40s from Catherine, Cause the party don’t stop just cause some fuckers had it. Man, I left your 30 milligrams of Ritalin in the minivan Afraid of spilling, higher than fucking Lhasa boss ya’ Understand me clearly? Ooh I know you feel me Let’s buy some more cigarettes, forgot I wasn’t finished yet Forgot why I smoke this shit in the first place, It’s keeping me from your place, It’s keeping me out of date, just say it, I’m just a no good ruffian, Never done anything right kind of kid With a view like a bandit from the bottom of the world Ashing my blunt wraps curled As I talk to my mom on a Blackberry Pearl It’s sick; watch us fighting in the street lights Think about the revolution on the coffee table’s white lines, man, Let’s go surfing and smoking I can’t fix this mess Fuck the test I’ll take a make-up, fuck the make-up I need rest I got some problems, I know, I want to be a punk and I want to get stoned, Let’s go to the ocean, fuck the ‘rents man go to Negril I want to be kid man I won’t never be killed I want to be a kid man I won’t never be killed I want to be a kid and I won’t never be killed And I said Ooh I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of trouble for you And I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of trouble for you And all my friends are fine So don’t you waste my time And I swear I’m fine So don’t you waste my time I’m no kind of kid who does what he’s asked to do.

Young sons smoke trees Got nothing on but some blue jeans Got everybody saying Fuck man he didn’t pay-o Just up and let go Cause you know me and the people We got some shit we can trip man I wish I was gonna go Down to the deli where the clean kids kiss each other I’m puffing on a peace pipe, from New Mexico, You know what that’s like. And I strip reeds in the backs of Humvees Frat rats relax playing the nights attacks back I don’t want to do shit Bought some 5 dollar acid from an Indian kid And it’s like ohohoh man it takes me up Where I want to go, where I want to go I said oh ohohoh, man it takes me up Where I need to go, where I need to go Smoked greens in high school and fucking made straight B’s Smoked greens in college and probably making straight C’s Too high to worry that I’m fucked, Got some chronic in the trunk pop it up, pop it up, pop it up Over the years, stolen beers from the grocery stores, Gotten odd dudes to do it, used my card, though it’s poorly made Ending with lemonade at the country club while feeling ashamed Ame’s shadely rocking the polo she bought me The little things add up and I feel like an unworthy Jerk smoking mad weed, chilling with the soccer team And middle-class-joke-trying-to-be-gansta-quite-preppily Dudes in the hood who can answer “What’s good?” And are down to drop now, don’t care if they should be Or something, don’t ask me, I’m just some kid in the crowd Trying too hard to be. Cool. And it’s like ohohoh man it takes me up Where I want to go, where I want to go I said oh ohohoh, man it takes me up Where I need to go, where I need to go Call me the Tarrytown kid, That’s where I’m from, I don’t care Man, understand, I’m no kind of trouble for you And darling I’d pick up and help you, But I can’t stop myself, But I can’t stop myself, Oooh I want to love you, But you should know, I’m not what you need She said oooh I want to love you But you should know, I’m not what you need And oooh I want to love you But I know, I’m not what you need And oooh I want to love you But you should know, I’m not what you need.

Let’s go to Port Aransas Turn in the troubles by the shore Young sons smoke soviet and they drink til they’re poor Feels like I’m trying so hard to make this easier Let’s go to Port Aransas Turn in the troubles by the shore Young sons smoke soviet and they drink til they’re poor Feels like I’m trying so hard to make this easier And she thinks she wants me there, She just can’t be sure All of the sons in the school heard it before My Stella Artois is a joke next to his Dom Perignon Still I’m singing, “baby, tell me why, you got me waking up at night?” Oh honey can’t you see, the things you do to me And then you turn and go away to where the other brother be But I’m singing let’s go to Port Aransas Turn in the troubles by the shore Love and a cigar left burnt on the floor feels like I’m trying so hard but it’s not easier Yo who got this son back on, gold pagers, exon Snapbacks figi frat shit texting “where the slay is at?” Kids, she’s givin it a try, while me and Grahamy just get high Driving back home, the cover’s blown how fast was it, man I don’t know say Officer, don’t put me in no car My house isn’t a mile from where we are, I swear to god Oh no don’t put me in that car, don’t put me in that car, oh no, oh no Somewhere some are lovers, sons smoke spliffs with open shutters In this town where roughneck suckas sing And you can come and take me, but I doubt you could make me I’m holding out for something better is the thing, but darling Chorus Third line: Everyone’s knows that it was better before Still feels like I’m trying too hard to make this easier.

Kids these days, they hate those questions Kids these days they’re all just testing The nerves of the clerks they all have sex in the dressing rooms stalls Puff that magic dragon I couldn’t give a shit about no Osama trauma Or whatever that is, just stop the feds burning the ganja Your mama wanna tell you I’m a goner Cause I’m always fucking up and causing all the drama Did you see Louie’s kid brother flipping shit like a tire And chasing me in boat shoes cause I stole his Stolichnaya? Baby I want you, but I can’t have you And I want nothing but I wanna have shit too I don’t want to try but I want to be something Get sobered up man your parents are coming She said, “I’m mostly kidding, I actually hate tits, got texas tattoos, shrooms, and plagiarized papers.” Said call me if you ever want some addy or a ride back home I think I’m giving up and I’m giving in too I’ll get the money, you’ll see, not gonna fall through And we’re all growing older, but dear, we’re growing up too And I don’t mind wasting my time when it’s with you Kids these days, they probably can’t stand you Fresher than the better had a moment to stand up to Puffing on something I probably can’t get into Wishing that she liked him, wish she didn’t like you Big Brother’s rolling at the Parkway Market Rolling up young’uns done E in the park shit Spliffs in the car, try to get shit started At all of the bars but we’re always getting carded Where breaking the rules gets one called a young son At family dinners, the winners get pardoned And the other one gets whatever was coming From being a punk hoping the ladies find it charming All the kids with money just don’t know where any weed is And the ones that do are sick of you or forgot what your name is Drunk driving in the rain back to the places and the faces of home So pick up the phone man I think I’m giving up and I’m giving in too I’ll get the money, you’ll see, not gonna fall through And we’re all growing older, but dear, we’re growing up too And I don’t mind wasting my time when it’s with you I’m giving up and I’m giving in too I’ll get the money, you’ll see, not gonna fall through And we’re all growing older, but dear, we’re growing up too And I don’t mind wasting my time when it’s with you.