Logan Sessoms - January Lyrics

I don't think you'll get far
Being the sore loser you are
Run amok with some bars
Bog down barely leaving my yard

And I'm still trying to figure it out
Still not sure what it's all about

Someones throwing a fit
I get sad when it rains just a bit
Been put up in a room
And the room has got one hell of a view

And I'm still trying to figure it out
Nothing's worse than a five monday drought

I woke the whole world while I was sleeping
I caused a big scene for no reason at all
I'm only as good as my latest scheme is
Somehow it happens every time I'm alone