I've about had it
With every inch of fabric
In my being
Shoulda drowned it out with coke
Then again I wouldn't know
The feeling
Oh don't sell my soul
I've already priced it out at a pawn shop
They said they could take no lesson than a dime
Oh no don't you know
I had a dime bag
They kicked me out
Put my sign by the window
Said I never could come back
Cuz I was stealing cigarettes by the box
Whoa
Are you this low
Keep your fingers crossed
Ain't no way your sunsets coming back
With that all to yourself
I bet anybody else
Would get their evening cuck
The only way that you love
Is that I, no we lived in this world
No we live
Together while we're just dope bad guys
Well we're all just bad guys
Shoulda drowned it out with coke
Then again I wouldn't know
The feeling
The feeling
No I can't take you home
I can't take you home
Its out of my hands
Its out of my hands
Whoa
Are you this low
Keep your fingers crossed
Ain't no way your sunsets coming back
Oh keep your fingers crossed
And your head down low
Oh yeah
Oh you want love
You got it bad you got it bad
And you,
Once you got it bad
You've got it bad
Shoulda drowned it out with coke
Then again I wouldn't know