Never sober, wanting you to come over
Always hungover, you hate me when I'm sober
what can I say?
I pulled ya fishnets off, what can I say?

Early morning, cigarrate butts on the ground
I fucking hate myself for loving you
Now I'm looking at the stars, Im not gonna lie
Im fucking drunk

I can feel your upper lip 
I can feel your upper lip 
I can see your eyeliner drip
I can feel your upper lip 

I push back your black hair
You whispered two words that made me scared
I hate myself more then this empty bottle
You love me more then this empty bottle

Never sober, wanting you to come over
Always hungover, you hate me when I'm sober
what can I say?
I pulled ya fishnets off, what can I say?

(what can I say?
can I say? Yeah)

When I kissed ya lip, they tasted like whiskey 
Liqourliped baby smokes like a chimney
Ya fishnets are ripped 
And I get sad when you leave

When I kissed ya lip, they tasted like whiskey 
Liqourliped baby smokes like a chimney

You reached down 
And grabbed 2 pills
You smiled and said
We gotta die of something

(We gotta die of something)

I can feel your upper lip 
I can feel your upper lip 
I can see your eyeliner drip
I can feel your upper lip 

You reached down 
And grabbed 2 pills
You smiled and said
We gotta die of something

Gotta Die of Something (Prod. Imotape)

LX BLUE