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Got a thousand weird selfies on my iPhone We're sipping cups of brown liquor with my eyes closed I feel like I'm always walking on tightropes My family's starting to think that I might be psycho My car is dead I'm broke but I'm still all in I'mma move out to LA and then meet Cardi Gonna write a couple songs with my friend Charlie And if I don't get famous, I'm not sorry Sorry Haven't felt like shit for the last couple weeks Cause I know how to fuck up professionally I don't need no pills to forget how I feel Cause I live my life unconventionally Uhm Working 24 cause I didn't want a 9 to 5 Got mom on hold cause the IRS is on the line My friends are almost famous on the internet When life gets me down I spend my days in bed My car is dead I'm broke but I'm still all in I'mma move out to LA and then meet Cardi Gonna write a couple songs with my friend Charlie And if I don't get famous, I'm not sorry Sorry Haven't felt like shit for the last couple weeks Cause I know how to fuck up professionally I don't need no pills to forget how I feel Cause I live my life unconventionally My car is dead I'm broke but I'm still all in I'mma move out to LA and then meet Cardi Gonna write a couple songs with my friend Charlie And if I don't get famous, I'm not sorry Sorry
Writer(s): Benedikt Maile, Jonathan Baily Fischer, Leif Bent Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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