Lyrics:
around like a madman
By myself.
Wasting a low wage wealth
And my health.
Red eyes
And red credit.
Searching for ways to get out of this state on Reddit.
I
and a hug
You bottle it all up
For your running out of luck
Run over by a truck
'Cause life is being such a little dick at times
Makes you wanna run
But I
Verse:-
Samjhe na kyu baatien meri
Kyu itne miss understandings?
if i'm by your side too kis baat ka panic?
Jo samjhe tu tera tikta ik baat par hai ni!
in my Boffi kitchen by Rosa Dacosta women
Come from disturbing London, the city of foster children
Grateful what God has given save us from constant
the doorbell rings
Hungover greetings from the man in my life
A hug, a kiss, and a mug by the fire
He says I should need a woman I might like
I drop my
can't seem to find my penis
Coulda got bit off by a mutt god knows I'm libidinous
Never mind found it lasted about ten minutes
I get high off disabling
how long it’s been
I just sent you a picture of me and Rover
Ten emojis, hungover
Baby, I’m lonely
Think George is coming by to help me kill some
without you in it
Every day is just another night by myself
Love can go to hell
Like roses in a vase of whiskey
Dying for the way you used to kiss me
matter ain't fake
Don't got time to be laid up
Due time I'll be meeting my maker
Drum roll please
I can't fake it I'm faded by the grace of god we made it
One by one they fall down
Can't compete with you now
Too much sauce you got oh
Bring that body come closer
One by one they fall down
Can't compete
The judge was all hungover
When the president took the stand
So he didn't really notice
When things got out of hand
Then the press boys thank
big dogs)
Nigga, we never hungover (never, boy)
Poppin' bigger numbers with my niggas
Straight B's only (straight B's only)
Shout out to my love, my
[Murs]
I stumbled out of bed, hungover, none sober
Like the Joe's rushed my body and I was the sole cobra
Still a soldier grabbed a soda helped my
He's a class act piece of shit
With a sense of humor that its
Just enough to get him by the crisis of his yesterday
He's paying rent with change
still be getting so hungover
Well im starting to think
It won’t change by next week
Im starting to realise
This might actually be my life
This isn’t how
who run it
We was hungover, South Beach was too sunny (yeah)
We out in Joburg, no sleepers, we clubbin'
Catch me out in Europe with my black skin
all this blood, no time for talkin'
Have you ever seen a real life ghoul or goblin?
Payday in this bitch, got all heads bobbin'
Enchanted by
I'm isolated and I know I'm hated
Intoxicated memories
And I'm still hungover by the lies I sold you
Will you get sober and forget about me?
Cause
I'm hungover as hell
I'm going through it too
It ain't hard to tell looking at myself in my rearview
I'm sorry, Miss Jackson playing on the FM
all of my horses when she left me last night
She cut me off at the roots
When she took my best boots
I'm hung-over and barefoot and long
You
as candy
When you come around
No one else can handle it
You know by now, you're one in a million
You have my heart
Oh Mocha (Mocha)
I'm sippin' on you baby
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
The worship leader's tired on Sunday
The musician's hungover too
The father of three can't get moving
The businessman who sings the blues
Been
Verse 1:
Locked up again
Woke up in that cell
Room startin to spin
Hungover as hell
No commissary no visits
Is this life I'm livin?
Stay
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