Pour me another drink and see me obscured
Tell me what you think, doctor is there any cure
Don't scuff up on my red Adidas Gazelles
I said, see you by the by
You'd catch me on the flip side
Thrown to a brick wall
Tripped down death's door
Trip, f*ck, more like fall
Don't know now, didn't know before
I told him all the while
Get out while you can
He walked back with a smile
It's not love, just a foolish man
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Took them down one by one
Can't say I never wanted more
Threw them away like a drink to a drunk
I guess that makes me some kind of whore
Got me some change of mind
Found me some change of heart
Got nothing left of any kind
So you and me have to part
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Ferrie's Ghost - Kinda Sour Lyrics
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Pour me another drink and see me obscured
Tell me what you think, doctor is there any cure
Don't scuff up on my red Adidas Gazelles
I said, see you by the by
You'd catch me on the flip side
Thrown to a brick wall
Tripped down death's door
Trip, f*ck, more like fall
Don't know now, didn't know before
I told him all the while
Get out while you can
He walked back with a smile
It's not love, just a foolish man
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Took them down one by one
Can't say I never wanted more
Threw them away like a drink to a drunk
I guess that makes me some kind of whore
Got me some change of mind
Found me some change of heart
Got nothing left of any kind
So you and me have to part
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Tell me what you think, doctor is there any cure
Don't scuff up on my red Adidas Gazelles
I said, see you by the by
You'd catch me on the flip side
Thrown to a brick wall
Tripped down death's door
Trip, f*ck, more like fall
Don't know now, didn't know before
I told him all the while
Get out while you can
He walked back with a smile
It's not love, just a foolish man
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Took them down one by one
Can't say I never wanted more
Threw them away like a drink to a drunk
I guess that makes me some kind of whore
Got me some change of mind
Found me some change of heart
Got nothing left of any kind
So you and me have to part
Look at that map so bare
Follow on for hours
But we're not going nowhere
It's leaving me kind of sour
Writer: John Theesfeld
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