Lyrics kinda sorta - guardin

kinda sorta

Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don’t throw up
Life’s a bore
Do your chores
I can’t wait to grow up
He’s a whore
She’s a whore
Well kinda sorta
I don’t know anymore
It’s what I’m falling short of
Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don’t throw up
Life’s a bore
Do your chores
I can’t wait to grow up
He’s a whore
She’s a whore
Well kinda sorta
I don’t know anymore
It’s what I’m falling short of
What I’m falling short of
Faded kinda sorta
Whiskey on my breath
And Paramore on the Pandora
I can never think straight hit with paranoia
Open photoshop I’m color correcting my aura
Set up on the east coast
Mind in california
I got lots of issues yeah I prolly should’ve warned ya
I don’t ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora
I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora
They said that I could be anything that I want
So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck
Inside my head and I’ve been pacing thinking just way too much
But I comply don’t even try too busy gettin' fucked up
All together now
Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don’t throw up
Life’s a bore
Do your chores
I can’t wait to grow up
He’s a whore
She’s a whore
Well kinda sorta
I don’t know anymore
It’s what I’m falling short of
Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don’t throw up
Life’s a bore
Do your chores
I can’t wait to grow up
He’s a whore
She’s a whore
Well kinda sorta
I don’t know anymore
It’s what I’m falling short of
Hit the floor
Drink some more
Life’s a bore
Do your chores
What I’m falling short of (Hit the floor, drink some more)
Yeah, yeah
It’s what I’m falling short of (Life's a bore, do your chores)
What I’m falling short of