Lyrics

You and I will pass the time But nothing more, but nothing more And you and I can't seem to find The peace of mind, the peace of mind of Smoking cigarettes with pretty girls inside my head Do you remember when you Said you're smoking less, and then you ashed it on your dress? I fucking hate it when you Tell me I'm upset when I'm just getting shit off my chest I might just fucking kill you Lay you down to rest and tell your family that you went To fucking Minnesota To fucking Minnesota Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time Oh Lord, I fucked up this time I don't like you, it's more like I despise you And the more you try to convince me That this shit ain't real, man, the more I deal with Smoking cigarettes with pretty girls inside my head Do you remember when you Said you're smoking less, and then you ashed it on your dress? I fucking hate it when you Tell me I'm upset when I'm just getting shit off my chest I might just fucking kill you Lay you down to rest and tell your family that you went To fucking Minnesota To fucking Minnesota To fucking Minnesota
Writer(s): Ash Gutierrez, Jeff Hazin, Nicholas Steven Ferraro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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