Unfermented Songtext
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Unfermented Songtext
You found a place on my bathroom floor
But I didn′t recommend it
You asked me why I don't care anymore
Trust me, if I had a free hand I′d lend it
I know I said that I would make it up to you and I meant it
Truly, no
You said
Don't wait up for the streetlights
Every night, I know you will
Say so
You wanna go say no
You wanna hide in my sight
Don't wait up for the streetlights
I know you will
I died faking my brother′s appearance
And living off holy inheritance
I stopped making sense two point two five dollars ago
Out the door
You said I′d find so many better things to do unfermented
Truly, no
I said
Don't wait up for me tonight
I′ll make it right, you know I will
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don′t even have to try, oh no
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don′t even have to try, oh no
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don't even have to try, oh
It′s why I′m choking up in Oakland
Someone cop me common sense
Go cut an onion, kid
Who do you think about?
Are they in luck or doubt?
I'm wasted
But I didn′t recommend it
You asked me why I don't care anymore
Trust me, if I had a free hand I′d lend it
I know I said that I would make it up to you and I meant it
Truly, no
You said
Don't wait up for the streetlights
Every night, I know you will
Say so
You wanna go say no
You wanna hide in my sight
Don't wait up for the streetlights
I know you will
I died faking my brother′s appearance
And living off holy inheritance
I stopped making sense two point two five dollars ago
Out the door
You said I′d find so many better things to do unfermented
Truly, no
I said
Don't wait up for me tonight
I′ll make it right, you know I will
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don′t even have to try, oh no
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don′t even have to try, oh no
And when my break comes
I'll sleep until a friend dies
So close
You don't even have to try, oh
It′s why I′m choking up in Oakland
Someone cop me common sense
Go cut an onion, kid
Who do you think about?
Are they in luck or doubt?
I'm wasted
Writer(s): Rob Mills, Lorenzo Huerta, Mackenzie Bunch, Thomas Huerta, Charlie Mccone Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com