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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jules Paymer
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jules Paymer
Lyrics
Jesse Thomas
Lyrics
Matias Mora
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matias Mora
Producer
Texty
Said his brother gave him Coke when he was 14
And then he crashed his car at 21 on Morphine
Almost died, but now he laughs telling the story
Hey, I'd rather be a fuck-up than be boring
Three, cigarettes in my mouth
Two, on the couch, making out
One, they will figure it out
But, for now
We're doing DRUGS
While, we're talking about how we're quitting DRUGS
Swear we'll do it, we just need another month
No, we're not sad about it, we just need a hug
Or, some DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
Sick of fucking up my shoes on someone's throw up
And, how the best part of my day is when I roll up
Sick of saying I'm too better when I blow up
I'm like, so what?
So what? (So what?)
Three, I came with the crowd
Two, I snuck in the house
That one's just here for the cloud
Doing DRUGS
While, we're talking about how we're quitting DRUGS
Swear we'll do it, we just need another month
No, we're not sad about it, we just need a hug
Or, some DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
DRUGS
Writer(s): Jesse Thomas, Matias Mora, Julia Paymer
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