Hit Mix Lyrics

(Words and Music by: Z. Walters)

Preachy bout a falsehood trade
counting fingers, bout the lot you made
nonchalant don�t care look plastic smile
laughin to the bank with shag hairstyle
catch myself looking around
stuck in the shallow end and it�s makin me drown
lick your finger, and hold it to the sky
grab your sail man and raise it real high, cause

eh, who you think you�re foolin�
eh, who you think you�re foolin�

use it abuse it everytime I swear you bruise it
generically rich with your music
and tears fall when you lose it
turning you on is like a bite from a shark
bet you�d go pop cause your hollow no heart
rooftop, we�re looking down
watching your red flowers turn brown

hit mix, it�s your profession
don�t confuse passion with obses