Babies in biker jackets
Laptops and dark sunglasses
Cocaine brunch, no reservation
Pull up with my ceiling missing
Valet park my hump machine
Backseat conceive, so unclean
Plug it in like USB
Eighteen years, f*ck being free
Can you hold these scrolls for me?
Useless masters and degrees
Scroll down to go for a ride
Comment section suicide
There’s got to be another one coming
Another generation
Ready for the revolution
Or a change of station

Never Swim Alone
Never Swim Alone

Pray to American Idol
YouTube haircut so in style
Sodastream spray ricochet
In your face like: “It’s Ok!”
It’s my party, I’ll cry all day
So in touch with Rinpoche
Climb the mountain, password saved
Satan is my user name

Never Swim Alone
Never Swim Alone

Never Swim Alone
Never Swim Alone