Goodbye / Trouble

Goodbye, Skinny told you "You don't know me 'til I say I know you" Goodbye, beneath the bleachers 60 dollars for your metal t-shirt Goodbye, goodbye Hand on your throat You bet 'til you choke And it's hell 'til you fold Goodbye, did it make it stop When you chained that pack of cigarettes and copped? Goodbye, he said, "I can't ignore you I've been trying, but I still adore you" Goodbye, goodbye Hand on your throat You bet 'til you choke And it's hell 'til you fold You took an L 'round Union Square I never thought that I would find you there While I was waiting for the sound of God Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong I took the wallet chain to the head You didn't notice, but I'll never forget I could be stayed in trouble Stayed in trouble Stayed in trouble Oh yeah, I'll stick around you It doesn't matter if you're rubber or glue 'Cause I would wait for the Son of God Or any other who could tell me I'm wrong I sold some shit to some shady Bros You took the money, but you left me their cloth And your pain and trouble Stayed in trouble Stayed in trouble