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Too Many Diamonds Video (MV)




Performed By: Trash Boy
Length: 4:02
Written by: Trash Boy




Trash Boy - Too Many Diamonds Lyrics




Why don't you don't call me (call me)
Like you used to every week
We'd get f*cked up and then we'd walk to the quickchek
Back when we were band geeks

Too many diamonds (diamonds)
On my girlfriend's girlfriend's rings
Seems like everybody's sealing the deal
But i'm fine with just loving
Oh what's wrong with just loving

Last time i was at your house
Your dad was passed out on the couch
That was eight years ago

Now you got shit figured out
You're sober got a boyfriend now
I'm still drivin drunk home

Maybe you're right
And i should stop while i'm not dead
But tonight you're not here
To f*ck around in my backyard with everclear

I'm hungover at my job
I've been here for way too long
I'm a shit show at parties
But i always bring beer
Don't grow up
Till you have to

Do you really have to?

Too many heads too many beds i can't remember
When i wake up
But i won't hold me back now
Nothing beats that feeling when those tests come back negative

Too many parties (parties)
I can't go to anymore
All these kids look like they can't even drive
How did i end up here?

All my dealers (dealers)
Died or quit or went to jail
Now i'm bumming shitty hits off my roommate
And this weed tastes like ass
I'm a f*cking adult
I should have my own drugs

I'm hungover at my job
I've been here for way too long
I'm a shit show at parties
But i always bring beer
Don't grow up
Don't grow up
Don't grow up
Till you have to
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Why don't you don't call me (call me)
Like you used to every week
We'd get f*cked up and then we'd walk to the quickchek
Back when we were band geeks

Too many diamonds (diamonds)
On my girlfriend's girlfriend's rings
Seems like everybody's sealing the deal
But i'm fine with just loving
Oh what's wrong with just loving

Last time i was at your house
Your dad was passed out on the couch
That was eight years ago

Now you got shit figured out
You're sober got a boyfriend now
I'm still drivin drunk home

Maybe you're right
And i should stop while i'm not dead
But tonight you're not here
To f*ck around in my backyard with everclear

I'm hungover at my job
I've been here for way too long
I'm a shit show at parties
But i always bring beer
Don't grow up
Till you have to

Do you really have to?

Too many heads too many beds i can't remember
When i wake up
But i won't hold me back now
Nothing beats that feeling when those tests come back negative

Too many parties (parties)
I can't go to anymore
All these kids look like they can't even drive
How did i end up here?

All my dealers (dealers)
Died or quit or went to jail
Now i'm bumming shitty hits off my roommate
And this weed tastes like ass
I'm a f*cking adult
I should have my own drugs

I'm hungover at my job
I've been here for way too long
I'm a shit show at parties
But i always bring beer
Don't grow up
Don't grow up
Don't grow up
Till you have to
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