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I'm faded, lit I'm jaded, shit Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick I'm faded, lit I'm jaded, Shit Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick Come back to earth I can't seem to find a spot to land I'm bound to her Take me with you you're my promised land All this pain is temporary Sleep forever, cemetery, yea But baby won't you come back Baby won't you come back Baby won't you come back I don't wanna do this anymore Always running round, knockin at my door But we come undone We come undone We come undone, oohyeah I can't take the pressure I never begin to forget all the silhouettes haunting me Always taunting me I'm not ready to die, but I don't wanna live So I bury myself in a bottle of gin I surrender myself to original sin Got the devil within on my devilish grin So I dance, dance, dance Till I can't feel my legs Smoke dabs, pop tabs Till I can't feel my face Green packed, lean back And I'm ready to fall Only time that I feel is when I don't feel at all I don't wanna do this anymore Always running round Knockin' at my door And we come undone We come undone We come undone I don't wanna do this anymore Always running round, knockin' at my door And we come undone We come undone We come undone I'm faded, lit I'm jaded, shit Smokin' up until my gut is fuckin sick Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick I'm faded, lit I'm jaded, Shit Smokin up until my gut is fuckin sick Gotta lot of problems try to solve em with a flip Gotta pop an oxy that'll prolly do the trick
Writer(s): Ashton Beekhuizen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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