prod. 5head

[lyrics]:

two shots of booze
and i'll be alright 
i got a head on my shoulders
with an appetite

for a never ending chase
and the bittersweet taste
of a day long fight 
and an awful night
with u 
x2

if i said that i'm alright 
then i'm just actin fine
just put a bullet in my brain
so i can't use my mind

all the thoughts in my head
put chills in my spine
what's the point being here
if it just hurts to be alive?

nowhere like home 
more like nowhere is home
i see plenty faces 
but i still feel alone 

i don't wanna be seen
so i'll wear a paper bag
tape prescriptions on my body
so you'll catch the flags

2020 vision 
and it's not so clear
i guess 2021's 
just not my year 

i'll just shave
my head and 
change my name
and start again 
in a different
state

two shots of booze
and i'll be alright 
i got a head on my shoulders
with an appetite

for a never ending chase
and the bittersweet taste
of a day long fight 
and an awful night
with u 
x2

i dont have a drinking problem, i just have problems

Feliz Navidad

Blue Christmas

Jingle Bells

Let It Snow

White Christmas

Silent Night

i've been on my fast talkin
chain smokin, all alone n
holy ghostin
break it off n pull me down
drinkin till it's cooler out
mind's losin', i'm angry bout
anything i can wrap my head around
i was conscious, till the fith one
bitter taste breeds a greater distance
dozin dozin right at the foot of your chair
i've got them rollin', look at the glaze in his stare

bass boostin', i would know it
always losin', woebegone n
broken by the lighta day
whiskey shoved the night away
i've been only, kinda well but
i've been gettin better still cause
nothin' really matters now
liquor kicked my demons out
loved n lost but least i got cups full of truth
and bindersful of women such that i could call up my youth

in my own little way i give a fuck about nothin though
and your gift, for today is somethin i've done before
but in my own little way i give a fuck about nothing though
and for me, sayin anything's better than not....

(but still i get to)
tell someone, nothin important
the more you whored you the less they loved it
and all that you proclaimed was how
you gotta put the bottle down
like they don't know that, don't we all doe
breakin hearts until the autumn
when all the colors match yr mood
the patron saint of catchin flus
coughin coughin, look at the bags on my eyes
a coughlin kafka, without a single insight
at all

Paradise In My Shoes

I blame it all on the backline
and put it off till the next time,
but if you don’t think that you’re alright
then I’ll admit that I’m not fine --
I blame it all on the backline.


I played a song -- you know the one. You hated it when we first met
but now I’m gone and it’s become your favorite. You sing along
when it comes on and I just want the sound turned off. It’s a change of plays and

I blame it all on the backline
and put it off till the next time,
but if you don’t think that you’re alright
then I’ll admit that I’m not fine --
I blame it all on the backline.

My arm is barred and I can’t hitchhike, i’m given up – i’ll lose the fight.
So, I’ll play dead and now it’s time to smash my head like Columbine
and I can’t find a ref that minds that I might die. You read my lie and

I blame it all on the backline
and put it off till the next time,
but if you don’t think that you’re alright
then I’ll admit that I’m not fine --
I blame it all on the backline.

Keep your heart in a closed fist
Shadowbox with your exes
Trying to pose so you land this final blow
Take off your gloves as the ball goes
Running home how the sun glows
When it’s settling down and it drops away so fucking goddamn slow

Backline

chey(ne)

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