M.O.N.E.Y. by The 1975
Tabs with unlimited O’s, new clothes, bloody nose, powders and walking back home
Has he got enough weed?
Retching on the floor alone
I can’t believe that we’re talking about him
I WISH I WASNT SO FUCKING INSECURE ABOUT MY BODY LIKE DAMN SON I JUST WANT TO WEAR SHORTS WITHOUT ALMOST CRYING