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The Sprinkle Boys & LumbeRoss & Valhalla Kid - Out of Options Lyrics




Out of options, well, flipping a coin so god will tell
Indecisive if he'll ask for doctors' help or off himself
So broke the currency I deal is pocket felt
And wreaking havoc like someone please get rid of that awful smell
And everybody's stark raving sane
You don't get famous
Hiring bodyguards gives you fame
No you don't explore
You just watch the starship decay
You don't suffer, nah
You just think that hardship is pain
Watch the farce stay the same
While the days pass by
Life's a gameplay of torture where they hate half time
Missed my funeral cause i was drinking late last night
You can venmo your respects or even PayPal's fine
I wish I had a brain that worked like the rest
Keep thinking back to your head being perched on my chest
I write these words to yearn but I deserve nothing less
The fate of knowing it only gets worse till I'm dead

Sanctity inside my room is still happiness 101
Fantasise about a life, my hands on my head
Kid says let's get this bread
I'm feel stuck in this bed
And this bong-hit of the year is my life's watershed
Cutting down these trees like Lumber was my industry
But really I don't f*cking know where in my life I'm meant to be
Do you know me? 'Cause I don't really know myself
And your attachment to me isn't good for your health
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Out of options, well, flipping a coin so god will tell
Indecisive if he'll ask for doctors' help or off himself
So broke the currency I deal is pocket felt
And wreaking havoc like someone please get rid of that awful smell
And everybody's stark raving sane
You don't get famous
Hiring bodyguards gives you fame
No you don't explore
You just watch the starship decay
You don't suffer, nah
You just think that hardship is pain
Watch the farce stay the same
While the days pass by
Life's a gameplay of torture where they hate half time
Missed my funeral cause i was drinking late last night
You can venmo your respects or even PayPal's fine
I wish I had a brain that worked like the rest
Keep thinking back to your head being perched on my chest
I write these words to yearn but I deserve nothing less
The fate of knowing it only gets worse till I'm dead

Sanctity inside my room is still happiness 101
Fantasise about a life, my hands on my head
Kid says let's get this bread
I'm feel stuck in this bed
And this bong-hit of the year is my life's watershed
Cutting down these trees like Lumber was my industry
But really I don't f*cking know where in my life I'm meant to be
Do you know me? 'Cause I don't really know myself
And your attachment to me isn't good for your health
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Writer: Ross Hurley, Thomas Rososchansky
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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