Punk

She took my wallet yesterday Let it go It was empty anyway How'd she know Slower than a memory Slower Gotta let it Go, go, go, go A nation's own enemy That's what they say Is its own economy Spend it on play Something so silly There's no Way, eh, eh, eh Moving to Columbia Wait what why Based on some trivia Oh goodbye Gotta get a million-a Miles away Ay, aye, hey, hey She took my wallet yesterday Hold up again I was leaving anyway Take us friends Yeah but I hate you guys So there's no way Wait, way Wait, way Wait, way Wait, way