| Standing in a room full of people that I don’t care for
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| Chating 'bout relationships, good jobs, and better payrolls
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| Fake smile on my face so everybody thinks I’m with this
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| Sippin' on this whiskey pretending I’m tryna kick it
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| Gonna need a little alcohol inside my blood
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| Hangin' round these lame people
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| 'Cause I don’t like the music here or the vibes that much
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| I’d rather be at home
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| Drinking on my own
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| No, I don’t feel like getting to know you or your friends
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| I’d rather be drinking on my own
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| No, I can’t keep pretending I care about your problems
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| 'Cause I’ve got my own
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| Drinking on my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| Drinking on my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| It’s lik every time I try and stp outside my comfort zone
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| I end up round the same people who make me miserable
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| All the girls waiting in line just trying to get a line in
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| And I’m just trying to pass the time filling myself with poison
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| Gotta have 151 inside my blood
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| When I feel uncomfortable
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| What the hell am I doing here like I belong?
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| I’d rather be at home
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| Drinking on my own
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| No, I don’t feel like getting to know you or your friends
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| I’d rather be drinking on my own
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| No, I can’t keep pretending I care about your problems
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| 'Cause I’ve got my own
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| Drinkin gon my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| Drinkin gon my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| When there’s a party goin' on, my glass is half empty (Yeah, yeah)
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| Cause when I’m on my lonesome, I feel a little less lonely (Yeah, yeah)
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| I’d rather be drinking on my own
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| No, I don’t feel like getting to know you or your friends (No, no)
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| I’d rather be drinking on my own
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| No, I can’t keep pretending I care about your problems
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| 'Cause I’ve got my own
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| Drinkin gon my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| Drinkin gon my own (Ooh, ooh)
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| Demons laugh at me when I’m caught in paranoia
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| I make them go to sleep by filling my system with poisen
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| One sip, two sip, three sip, I’m gone
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| Who the hell put on this god damn song? |