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I'm well aware it's not even half past the week
It's 12 AM my boys are in bed and fast asleep
But I don't need em at all
I pray for asphyxiation
I bow head if not for everything
I'm sick and so damn tired pull it and fire yeah
Lord knows I'm suffocating in doubt, I'm gladly proud without
Sell and ring these times to sound off, break this life for now
Im well aware it's not even half past the week
It's 12 AM my boys are in bed and fast asleep
But I don't need em at all
Have myself a ball
Drinking all alone
Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up
Oh when I wake up in the morning and I'll be high and paused
When a puddle of piss drapes down on my front lawn
Then i'll be going sober
When the sun goes down, you best believe I'm ought to do it over again
I'm well aware it's not even half past the week
It's 12 AM my boys are in bed and fast asleep
But I don't need em at all
Have myself a ball
Drinking all alone
Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up
Swear I'll burn this town
One bottle of crown
Light one match to burn it all to the ground
I swear I'll burn it down
I swear I'll burn it down, down
I'll have myself a ball
Drinking all alone
Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up
Have myself a ball
Drinking all alone
Pissing in the wind till the sun comes up
Swear I'll paint this town
I got one foot in the ground
Light one match to burn it all to the ground
Burn the damn thing down!

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