Lyrics

Go and tell your friends I lost it If you tell them, tell them often 12 weeks in a cold room This might be my fucking coffin If I smoke it then I'm coughing Unknown people tryna walk in Don't speak, I don't know you Your opinion it means nothing I've been like this for a year now Upping like I've never been down I've been smoking, got me sky high Shit is finally get clear now (fuck) Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, new wave, wait, uh Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, new wave Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, new wave They don't wanna see me falling I'll be sober by the morning You can find me in the back room "Look at me" I'm fucking rolling Hit the bottle now I'm stalling Vivid pictures on the wall and Don't be talking like I know you I could send you to the floor man I've been like this for a year now Upping like I've never been down I've been smoking, got me sky high Shit is finally getting clear now, yeah Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, new wave Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, calling, new wave Cold nights, new wave Look at me Stashing the drugs in the cemetery All of the shit that was never seen All of the nights we were missing sleep, yeah, oh Counting the money instead of sheep Accountable people surround me So I count on my accountant that we'll settle deeds I keep the devil as company I keep a blade in the Louis V I keep on keeping my promises Fuck a hypothesis, bury it seven deep Who let the dogs off the fucking leash? We were the boys in the back of the Mitsubishi doing donuts while blowing trees Someone play 'pick up the phone' baby, please
Writer(s): Christian Anthony, Clinton Cave, Mitchel Cave Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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