Feeling Whitney

And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit

I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep on pouring

I ain't seen the light of day since, well, that's not important

It's been long

And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip the Houston

Cars and clothes, thought I was winning, you knew I was losing

You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze

And I'm done

To each their own and find peace in knowing

Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping

Show no emotion, against your coding

Just act as hard as you can

You don't need a friend

Boy, you're the man

And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from

Seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons

Drought comes around, feels like I have no one I can depend on sober, oh

I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then

I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune, and

Lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance

Drank more

To each their own and find peace in knowing

Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping

Show no emotion, against your coding

Just act as hard as you can

You don't need a friend

Boy, you're the man

That was cool