Good Kid Bad Decisions Testo

No I'm not lying but I might be wrong
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
But I had all I want
Getting high in the lowlands
Every other night
Riding up to the highlands
For a glimpse of paradise

It may have been death
By a thousand incisions But won't you forgive us
We were just living
God bless the good kid
Making bad decisions

No I'm not lying but I might be wrong
Throwing hands in a parking lot
You were born with an iron jaw
And your mama said who gave ya that
Shiner round your eye
Through a holy smile you said
You should see the other guy

It may have been death
By a thousand incisions
But won't you forgive us
We were just living
God bless the good kid
Making bad decisions
Always spinning my misgivings
With a charlotte's web precision
Building out my house of stilts on
Naive coping mechanisms
Blind spots in my line of vision
Find the void and somehow fill it
Narrowly avoiding any harrowing
Head on collision

God bless the good kid (god bless the good kid)
God bless the good kid (god bless the good kid)
God bless the good kid making bad decisions

God bless the good kid making bad decisions