歌词
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 whore, she's a whore
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 whore, she's a whore
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 I'm 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
I 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
All together now
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 whore, she's a whore
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 whore, she's a whore
Well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore
It's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more
Life's a bore, do your chores
What I'm falling short of (hit the floor, drink some more)
Yeah, yeah
It's what I'm falling short of (life's a bore, do your chores)
What I'm falling short of
