| It’s 5 am, curtains are closed
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| No light in there, only my hope
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| My trust to my people is gone
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| My glass is half empty, I know
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| And this alcohol’s burnin' my throat
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| I wanna be left here alone
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| Why don’t I turn off my phone
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| Don’t feel the same when they call
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| Don’t know it’s truth when they talk
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| I can’t do this anymore
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| I don’t wanna be the one wasting all your timing
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| In love with these middle aged men and these diamonds
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| And my remedy is this Hennessey and this high-grade
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| Turned 23 but still don’t know how to be childish
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| And I’m ridin' round in the backseat of this hybrid
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| And I’m findin' out that my best friend wants my life end
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| I don’t wanna hear, my mother’s on the phone crying
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| So I tell her that I’m still ok but I’m lyin', ok but I’m lyin'
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| It’s 5 am, curtains are closed
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| No light 'cause I’m cold to my bone
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| My love for these people was wrong, so wrong
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| This bong juice is empty, I know
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| The only thing helping me calm
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| Don’t wanna be left here no more
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| And why did I answer my door?
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| Should keep a chain on the lock
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| Friends seem to change when they want (Ooh)
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| I don’t wanna be the one wasting all your timing
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| In love with these middle aged men and these diamonds
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| And my remedy is this Hennessey and this high-grade
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| Turned 23 but still don’t know how to be childish
|
| And I’m ridin' round in the backseat of this hybrid
|
| And I’m findin' out that my best friend wants my life end
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| I don’t wanna hear, my mother’s on the phone crying
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| So I tell her that I’m still ok but I’m lyin', ok but I’m lyin'
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| I just keep on running but I don’t want all this to be burning
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| That’s only so certain of what I want
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| I don’t need no person to tell me what used to feel so worthless
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| But now I don’t, now I don’t
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| I don’t wanna be the one wasting all your timing
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| In love with these middle aged men and these diamonds
|
| And my remedy is this Hennessey and this high-grade
|
| Turned 23 but still don’t know how to be childish
|
| And I’m ridin' round in the backseat of this hybrid
|
| And I’m findin' out that my best friend wants my life end
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| I don’t wanna hear, my mother’s on the phone crying
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| So I tell her that I’m still ok but I’m lyin', ok but I’m lyin' |