DVP
Your sister thinks that I'm a freak
She's been ignoring my calls
We haven't spoken in a week
I get so drunk that I can't speak
Yeah, nothing's working, and our future's looking bleak, and I said
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
I'm fucked up, and she hates my guts
She says I need to grow up
I'm driving fast to get away
Doing 180 on the Don Valley Parkway
Yeah, I'd be better off dead
I don't give a shit
I just don't wanna die, and I don't wanna live, I said
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Fucked up, and she hates my guts
She says I need to grow up
I drink 'til I'm staring at the ceiling
I'll be just fine, I'm numb and losing feeling
I can't tell lies anymore
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Fucked up, and she hates my guts
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
I just don't know what to do
I'm still fucked up over you
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Hawaiian red fruit punch
She says I need to grow up
She's been ignoring my calls
We haven't spoken in a week
I get so drunk that I can't speak
Yeah, nothing's working, and our future's looking bleak, and I said
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
I'm fucked up, and she hates my guts
She says I need to grow up
I'm driving fast to get away
Doing 180 on the Don Valley Parkway
Yeah, I'd be better off dead
I don't give a shit
I just don't wanna die, and I don't wanna live, I said
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Fucked up, and she hates my guts
She says I need to grow up
I drink 'til I'm staring at the ceiling
I'll be just fine, I'm numb and losing feeling
I can't tell lies anymore
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
Three beers, and I'm so messed up
Get drunk, and I can't shut up
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Fucked up, and she hates my guts
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
I just don't know what to do
I'm still fucked up over you
(Woo, ooh-ooh, woo, ooh-ooh)
She says that I drink too much
Hawaiian red fruit punch
She says I need to grow up
Credits
Writer(s): Nestor Volodymyr Chumak, Stefan Patrick Babcock, Steve Ryan Sladkowski, Zachary Ivan Mykula
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Other Album Tracks
Altri album
- How To Live With Yourself / Smoke Screen
- Muzak
- PUP Unravels Live In Front Of Everyone They Know
- Four Chords / Totally Fine (Live in Toronto / 2022)
- Matilda / Robot Writes A Love Song (Live in Toronto / 2022)
- THE UNRAVELING OF PUPTHEBAND
- Totally Fine
- Matilda
- Robot Writes A Love Song
- Waiting / Kill Something
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