Cocaine hurricane forgot to pay the bills Twenty bucks well that’s enough for a coupe cheap thrills
Whiskey shot, I’d rather not, I already forgot your name Back of the bar, it’s not that far, you already no this game
When you go, don’t wake me up, don’t even give me a shake Girls like you and guys like me we only make mistakes
And I’m just hoping that this world, this world is gonna end Ain’t got no plan now no, no job, no money to spend
I’m feeling sick, I’m feeling tired, just wantin’ to go home I lost my shoe, no thanks to you, your welcome for the bone
Dirty hair, smell like beer, I need to wash my clothes I’m hoping the stranger I met last night can’t reach me on the phone
A cup of joe, on the go, pop a couple pills Early flight, ain’t sleep all night This headache nearly kills
And I’m just hoping that this world, this world is gonna end Ain’t got no plan now, no job, no money to spend
When I arrived, I caught a cab, just trying to get home Lost my wallet, lost my bag, can’t even find my phone
Dropped me off, a couple of blocks, from anywhere I’ve seen before Can’t catch a break, from any place, I’m sleepin’ on the floor
Find a stoop to rest my head, just somewhere to lay down Lost my shoe because of you, and now I'm on the ground
And I'm just hoping that, this world, this world's gonna endTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
