Placate

Placate or hide you know I'm down to ride
With you, ya do my dude.

I heard once before you knocked upon my door
I should've let you in.

You can run over my legs

It was my fault
But I don't know what would warrant

To run over my heart

You can chop down trees
Or you can scrape your knees
But you won't ever find
Friends like these again

Fuck You