Pop Punk Sh!t
Chasing Chance
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I'll have your money by Friday If you can wait a day or two If you need it now, well I'm sorry Trust me, I need it too Yeah A bad day, a bad month, a bad year could go by The worst is done, the voice is gone, you made it out alive Five am in the fucking morning Should probably try to sleep, but I'll probably stay up Deprivation with a wicked migraine Pop a couple pills, why do I do this to myself? I'm a mess yeah I'm a wreck, But you'll never ever tell The last nights dinner was a glass of crown A bad day, a bad month, a bad year could go by By the time you realize The worst is done, the voice is gone, you made it out alive Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows I'm not thinking about tomorrow Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Who knew that Twenty Four could be So much worse than Twenty Three Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Struggle baby struggle that's all I know Wake up kid be an adult Make your bed and put on your best clothes But it's just for show Life's a bitch, take one down Go ahead and pass it around Pour it up then choke it down We got Ninety Nine bottles just to help us drown Our heads keep spinning, but our lives Hey We keep living, lifes a bitch Hey Count me out Because when the party's all over, we end up in the ground Okay, that might have been a little over dramatic But, it's a metaphor okay And you know what they say about metaphors Don't you don't you F*ck them A bad day, a bad month, a bad year could go by By the time you realize The worst is done, the voice is gone, you made it out alive Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows I'm not thinking about tomorrow Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Who knew that Twenty Four could be So much worse than Twenty Three Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Struggle baby struggle that's all I know Wake up kid be an adult Make your bed and put on your best clothes But it's just for show Woh I hate my boss Shit, I guess I'll still go to work Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh You know what I hate What Waking up every day Going to the same job for Eight hours It's draining, it sucks the life right out of me I don't think I can take it anymore It's overrated I'm sick of trying It's something corporate It feels like I'm dying A bad day, a bad month, a bad year could go by By the time you realize The worst is done, the voice is gone, you made it out alive Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows I'm not thinking about tomorrow Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Who knew that Twenty Four could be So much worst than Twenty Three Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Bottle of whiskey for my sorrows I'm not thinking about tomorrow Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Who knew that Twenty Four could be So much worst than Twenty Three Woh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Struggle baby struggle that's all I know Wake up kid be an adult Make your bed and put on your best clothes
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