Lyrics High School Roaches - Bass Drum Of Death

I ran out of time
My hand gave you mine
You said you′re to go
I'd write you a song?
Now I′m in my line
What can you do wrong?
What can you do wrong?
Feelin it with me, Shawnee
Feelin it with me, Shawnee
Gimme back my high school roaches
Gimme back my high school roaches
And i look for more
I answered the door?
These bottles to hide?
Now I'm in my line
What can I do wrong?
What can I do wrong?
Feelin it with me, Shawnee
Feelin it with me, Shawnee
Gimme back my high school roaches
Gimme back my high school roaches