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Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody thinks that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Who the f*ck am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Yeah, I started from the bottom and I'm still at the bottom
Then I spent the night in jail, turned out it wasn't the bottom
And I lost so many friends, turned out that I was the problem
And my life is like a pill that's getting harder to swallow

Every girl I never had
Blame it on my mom and dad
And I don't need no one
Wish I had someone, anyone

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Well I fell asleep in summer and woke up in October
So I called up everybody but nobody came over
And why does gettin' sober make you feel like a loner?
And why does gettin' sober make you feel like a loner?

Every girl I never had
Blame it on my mom and dad
And I don't need no one
Wish I had someone, anyone

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Uh, could I get one California burrito?
No cheese
And like, two carne asada tacos?
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Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody thinks that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Who the f*ck am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Yeah, I started from the bottom and I'm still at the bottom
Then I spent the night in jail, turned out it wasn't the bottom
And I lost so many friends, turned out that I was the problem
And my life is like a pill that's getting harder to swallow

Every girl I never had
Blame it on my mom and dad
And I don't need no one
Wish I had someone, anyone

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Well I fell asleep in summer and woke up in October
So I called up everybody but nobody came over
And why does gettin' sober make you feel like a loner?
And why does gettin' sober make you feel like a loner?

Every girl I never had
Blame it on my mom and dad
And I don't need no one
Wish I had someone, anyone

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Well I'm cracking one open with the boys by myself
And everybody says that I need professional help
But I don't wanna think about that anymore
And just because I woke up on someone's floor
And asked, "Where the hell am I?"
I didn't know it felt good to cry

Uh, could I get one California burrito?
No cheese
And like, two carne asada tacos?
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Brandon Quinn Schwartzel, Elvis Grayson Kuehn, Eric Burton Frederic, Maxwell Atom Kuehn, Zachary Carper
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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