LaterGator Lyrics

I’m an oxymoron Stranded in a parking lot Cold as hell I think my engine must be shot Got 19 bucks to my name I guess this is where I live now

You’re a Phone call away Or at most maybe 3 or 4 Just enough to prove You don’t like me no more Or that you’ve shaken the blame I guess both those thoughts can be one in the same

If we Had a match based on who could be more cold I’d be the champ, you’d be gunnin’ for the gold The crowd would boo us both We’d be thrown out because of too Many illegal holds

We are pathetic We’re a disaster We’re fixing something That begs to stay shattered I used to love you You used to matter Now we’re hand in hand To make sure that No one grabs the dagger