This is a song about "Being tan"

See originally i was free before being cool was just being me

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

Or was i just a desolate being

I say what i feel, its not being rude it's being real

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Overexposure like i chose hurt with no shirt, turns into a tan

Anyone around me will get burned and get some tan lines

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Im tired of being slepted on

Pay dues like a hair salon

Delicate little tan girl

And he, what's his name, earl

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it