Letra da Música Kinda Sorta de Guardin

Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore
Do your chores
I can't wait to grow up
He's a wh*re
She's a wh*re
Well kinda sorta
I don't know anymore
It's what I'm falling short of

Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore
Do your chores
I can't wait to grow up
He's a wh*re she's a wh*re
Well kinda sorta
I don't know anymore
It's what I'm falling short of

What I'm falling short of faded kinda sorta
Whiskey on my breath
And paramore on the pandora
I can never think straight hit with paranoia
Open photoshop in color correcting my aura
Set up on the east coast

Mind in California

I got lots of issues yeah I prolly should've warned ya
L don't ever sleep I just stay up watching dora
I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora

They said that I could be anything that I want
So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck
Inside my head and I've been pacing thinking just way too much
But I comply don't even try too busy gettin fucked up

Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore
Do your chores
I can't wait to grow up
He's a wh*re
She's a wh*re
Well kinda sorta
I don't know anymore
It's what I'm falling short of

Hit the floor
Drink some more
Hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore
Do your chores
I can't wait to grow up
He's a wh*re she's a wh*re
Well kinda sorta
I don't know anymore
It's what I'm falling short of