This is a song about "3d"

I've got skeletons in my closet but now there just hanging. death

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Run out of drinks, no complain

I'll never call you bitch again

Nsd till the death of me

All i want is you baby

I'm the reason behind every fall

A real life viking, shout out to st. paul

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Then split the scene! & pop the limousine!

I was a black sheep, but now i'm just a goat

With my sad pitiful miserable life no hope,

Set fire to this bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

And i can't slow down, i can't stop, i can't turn around now