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I think I'm still drunk from last night I woke up in a lawn chair I feel faint like an old ass flashlight I don't remember how I got there Waiting at the train stop Hoping that the rain stop The pain throbs at the front of the skull I should have took the day off Took it for a pay off The brainwash is insufferable I'm on purpose, coffee in a thermos Squint like Clint tryna spot me in the cursive Missing persons, lost in your costumes Blood, moon and a boombox full of volume If I had the authority I would probably Make everybody throw they're hands in the sky And everything I said in this song would be classified And all of y'all would be captured alive I might've showed up when the party start I might've got high with your bodyguard I might've passed out at the airport bar Everybody wanna see a falling star I might've thrown up in a rental car I might've woke up in a reservoir I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras Letras de cancionesEverybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Once upon a time in the next few days I gotta wake up and get out of the shade I might put on a beat down pair of Chucks My old swimming trunks And Amir says nothing in my earbuds Just me and my beer gut I absorb it before I get deported back to orbit Over the winter I remain indoors I want the summer in my city to feel like a rain forest And you know we should skinny dip In the middle of the Mississip Do a couple of spins and shit, synchronicity flips A three-sixty finish, Twin Cities bitch And I don't care 'bout what y'all think Dressed up like a cop, stuck up the bank The police came in some Russian tanks And I'm in jail with nothing to drink I might've showed up when the party start I might've got high with your bodyguard I might've passed out at the airport bar Everybody wanna see a falling star I might've thrown up in a rental car I might've woke up in a reservoir I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star I want a smack machine on the party bus Your flag is green, in God we trust You were born in sin, we were born in debt I guess this is about as feel good as it gets I want Wonderbread wrapped in rubber bands It's not too much to understand I wanna color the world but only got one Crayon Reach for the sky, try to touch my hand I might've showed up when the party start I might've got high with your bodyguard I might've passed out at the airport bar Everybody wanna see a falling star I might've thrown up in a rental car I might've woke up in a reservoir I might've got robbed at Mardi Gras Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star Everybody wanna see a falling star From Letras Mania