[Intro: Ouse]
Blow up

[Chorus: Ouse]
Blow up, it’s a code red
I can pick my personalities, they both dead
(Polar,Beats)
I know, Imma go get
Myself another incident, like I’m so sad
(Taylor ‘bout to fucking flex)
Blow up, it’s a code red
I can pick my personalities, they both dead
I know, Imma go get
Myself another incident, like I'm so sad

[Post-Chorus: Svar]
Sitting in a cop car
Too fast, I can’t really bother
My trance, you can fly far away
You should run astray

[Bridge: Ouse]
“Oooh o wow”
I can’t change you
I can’t change you
“Oooh o wow”
I can’t change you
I can’t change you

No

[Verse 1: Svar]
Mama knows, I’ve been depressed
And people tell me that I really need to destress
(Taylor ‘bout to fucking flex)
But I know, that I’ll be next
But right now I need happy pills to feel less

[Verse 2: Ouse]
Mama knows, I’ve been depressed
That's why I never go outside on the weekends
Fix gold in my teeth and
You gotta smoke loud if you want to feel less

[Chorus: Ouse]
Blow up, it’s a code red
I can pick my personalities, they’re both dead
I know, Imma go get
Myself another incident, like I’m so sad

[Post-Chorus: Svar]
Sitting in a cop car
Too fast, I can’t really bother
My trance, you can fly far away
You should run astray
(Taylor ‘bout to fucking flex)
[Verse 3: Svar]
To reason with devils that want treason
It's only for the season
I guess that we'd be beaten
If dark thoughts would swallow our minds

[Bridge: Ouse]
“Oooh o wow”
I can’t change you
I can’t change you

“Oooh o wow”
I can’t change you
I can’t change you

No

[Verse 4: Ouse]
And we’ll find our way
Let me know, call me if you wanna fly away
It’s just dreams, don’t be scared if they’re gone to waste
I’ll be back even better, if you try to wait

[Chorus: Ouse]
Blow up, it’s a code red
I can pick my personalities, they’re both dead
I know, Imma go get
Myself another incident, like I’m so sad
[Post-Chorus: Ouse]
Sitting in a cop car
Too fast I can’t really bother
My trance, you can fly far away
You should run astray
Yeah

It’s a code red

[Outro: Svar]
Sitting in a cop car
Too fast, I can’t really bother
(Taylor ‘bout to fucking flex)
My chance, you can fly far away
You should run astray