This is a song about "The things they carried"

And the man knew her services carried a price

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

All these things until they unfold

Is a space that now you hold

I, i, i know i got carried away/ when i buried the faces of your friends

I don't give two shits and when i do make it you won't even get my two cents

Then keep your change like an oink machine

Where things aint really as they seem

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

I wouldn't be famous

Yet the things that i love

I just hope things are not as they seem

Just before they seen my money in the green

I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (huh yup!)

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck