Paroles

I don't wanna go back to the daily routine Don't put me back in that world And I know there's comfort in consistency And looking like every boy or girl After 25 years, I forget what it's like To do the same old shit On every Saturday night And all this gridlock (gridlock) Comin' in hot Got me shell-shocked Tell me why time's gotta stop Oh oh (oh oh) Party's over, time to run it home And it's a slow burn, baby I can never ignite 'Till I'm already underwater Feeling barely alive Oh oh (oh oh) I don't know if I can let it go When collisions are all I know Counting all the drivers, glued to their phones I stopped after 22 MAGA sticker on the back of Japanese cars Buddy, I'm just as confused as you For a moment I think about my mom and my dad Was this the life that they wanted or was it really that bad? And all the gridlock (gridlock) Comin' in hot It's got me shell-shocked Tell me why time's gotta stop Oh oh (oh oh) Party's over, time to run it home And it's a slow burn, baby I can never ignite 'Till I'm ready underwater Feeling barely alive Oh oh (oh oh) I don't know if I can let it go When collisions are all I know When collisions are all I know (collisions are all I know) I will stay clear of the drugs and the beer Keep my Bible close and my crucifix near Well, the demons are coming They're alive, and they're well If I stay up past eleven I'll be staring at hell And all the gridlock (gridlock) Comin' in hot It's got me shell-shocked Tell me why time's gotta stop Oh oh (oh oh) Party's over, time to run it home And it's a slow burn baby I can never ignite 'Till I'm already underwater Feeling barely alive Oh oh (oh oh) I don't know if I can let it go When collisions are all I know When collisions are all I know (gridlock) Yeah, when collisions are all I know (gridlock) Gridlock What's goin' on people? You're listening to both sides of the coin With Bill Coin here, tell us about yourself Hi, my name is Annie (what's up my name is Bo, that's B-o) And I believe in equality (don't say body odor, or I'll level you, bro) And helping out others to make this a stronger (don't say it) And less divided nation (know what I'm sayin'?) I like art, books, art, traveling (I like football, God, pussy) And I can't deal with bigots (I hate faggots and immigrants) Or judegement base on fears ('cause I'm an American) And I heard church bells (and I'm proud of it, you hear that?) At a gay couple's wedding That's the sound of freedom, baby (that's the sound of freedom, baby)
Writer(s): Butch Walker, Christopher Way Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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