It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and think about you
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
I never knew when you went away. I don't care much about it today
And I don't know how to advance, so I'll sit in my underpants
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and write about you
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head. I'd rather masturbate instead of this. This song makes no, no f*cking sense, except for me and you
Do you care if you even die? I know that I don't wanna try. My hands are starting to shrink. My clothes are starting to stink
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and think about you. Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head
Thomas Brantley - Concrete TrashBag Lyrics
Thomas Brantley - Concrete TrashBag Lyrics
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It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and think about you
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
I never knew when you went away. I don't care much about it today
And I don't know how to advance, so I'll sit in my underpants
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and write about you
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head. I'd rather masturbate instead of this. This song makes no, no f*cking sense, except for me and you
Do you care if you even die? I know that I don't wanna try. My hands are starting to shrink. My clothes are starting to stink
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and think about you. Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
I never knew when you went away. I don't care much about it today
And I don't know how to advance, so I'll sit in my underpants
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and write about you
Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head. I'd rather masturbate instead of this. This song makes no, no f*cking sense, except for me and you
Do you care if you even die? I know that I don't wanna try. My hands are starting to shrink. My clothes are starting to stink
It's 3 a.m., got nothing to do, so I'll stay up late and think about you. Do you mind? I wanna make you mine. Do you care? You got something in your hair
You're in my head
Writer: Thomas Brantley
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