| Rip my heart out, you could test my patience |
| Now my day ends whenever she say it |
| Call the tax man asking for vacation |
| Loaded up with the endless sensation |
| Wake up to your face, it got me jaded |
| So high, I never thought that I would I make it |
| Past the 6th grade, 6 am |
| She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend |
| Now you’re six feet deep since we started in the basement |
| Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it |
| Rip my heart out, you could test my patience |
| Now my day ends whenever she say it |
| Call the tax man asking for vacation |
| Loaded up with the endless sensation |
| Wake up to your face, it got me jaded |
| So high, I never thought that I would I make it |
| Past the 6th grade, 6 am |
| She pull up in the Benz, saying fuck all of my friend |
| Now you’re six feet deep since we started in the basement |
| Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it |
| I know why she won’t walk |
| Feelin' like all of these walls could talk |
| I stop and stare, wonder where you’ve been |
| And tell whoever stole your heart they win |
| So close I could taste it |
| Now you’re six feet deep since we started in the basement |
| Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it |
| Now you’re six feet deep since we started in the basement |
| Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it |
| (Now you’re six feet deep since we started in the basement |
| Looking at the hills, so close I could taste it) |