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fated – teenage recklessness lyrics

[hook] pull up to the scene
pushing near near a hundred as you pull up to to the party
your redneck friends in the back of your truck
screaming out the window that they don’t give a f-ck

[chorus] yet all you wanna do is get drunk, sippin all that liquor, drown a couple a beers, maybe try and get with her but why do you need booze to have a good time. it’s cuz you’re buried in your strife and you hate your life. b-tch i call that teenage recklessness

[verse 1] haulin a 6 pack as you walk to the door
shout out to the 6 side when you p-ss out on the floor
“why didn’t you bring more” that’s what she saying, the ho at at the front who probably gon be playing some gullible guy all night that’s right

[chorus]

[verse 2] ovo sign over head next thing you know you’re p-ssed out dead
you thought you could drive your beat up truck
you thought you had some special kinda luck
you thought you weren’t stone cold drunk
but even if you knew would you give a f-ck?
you drove straight into that tree, all your friends dead in the backseat
but you’ll still never see
cuz all you wanna do is get drunk, sippin all that liquor, drown a couple a beers, maybe try and get with her but why do you need booze to have a good time
you’ll run a red light, picking up speed, your friends in the back blowing all that weed
yet you drive on and in that moment a sedan goes through the intersection
stop or go?
you never had the had the chance as as you were hitting bout bout a hundred, with a couple bands in your pants
they never saw it coming, they died instantly, but but your booze filled brain has no sympathy
all your friends died, but your sorry -ss managed to survive
and here you are, many years later, drunk as a f-ckboy, call me a hater
yet you decide to do it again, to get f-cked up and then drive your friends
at least this time, your sin won’t let you win

[chorus]

[chorus 2] you’re teenage reckless, yeah you are
you’re teenage reckless, and you ain’t going far
you’re teenage reckless, got a couple scars

[verse 3] from breaking that shot gl-ss on your head
call that a head shot
smoking that pot, you gon rot in that prison cell
well, you’re f-cked up. got nothing on your brain anyway
you don’t care about school, about life, h-ll you only want to play
your sad, drinking away all your f-cking problems
if you stopped asap you could stop from getting a relapse
but you won’t
nah
you won’t
the cops, fire marshall comes to the scene
you’re dead, well at least you will be unless you drop that bottle
but you’d rather sip cristal with models
but you won’t
nah
you won’t

[chorus 2]

[chorus]

- fated lyrics

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