Scare Me Songtext - New Beat Fund

Scare Me - New Beat Fund

Politicians, and fried chicken,
Preachers speaking into the minds of our children.
Depressed best friends, and how the world ends,
Stock market blah blah blah blah equals dividends.

THESE THINGS

Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Haters hating, and playstation,
fuck it, rather smoke weed down in my basement.
Writing pop songs, for suit ding dongs,
Gaga wrote the falala's so f-f-fuck yourself. (hahaha)

THESE THINGS

Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. Possession tickets, and television,
Find out why you're gonna die. Tonight at eleven.
My house on google earth? While sexing up my girlfriend. (woo woo)

THESE THINGS

Scare me, scare me, scare me.
Maybe I'll just close my eyes and hide under my sheets. see less


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