Licking my wounds and singing all days bad news
Couch-locked watching Samurai Champloo
The back drop smells of weed n shampoo n
Old spilled Labatt's blues
I been a mess without you
But death is hard to cope with
Last time coat check
Told me to sidestep
The shit you got into
At wits end part two
The sequel
You know I don't sit still
But I mean well
If it ain't hard to tell
He's a hyperbole n leaning on 'em palm trees for balance
Cause he don't need a second chance
Man I'd blow that too
Run ins with chance that I beg for no notice
I been on my way the pain is potent
Hard to come by for some time
Because hollow is hallowed promises
For the kisses that been missed
No mass i insist that we desist
You the booze to my bender
Coulda been a contender
For you
Singing all days bad news
All days bad news
All days bad news
Without you
Without you