Coffee Is All Gone
Stick to one mate
You'll never get bored
A whiskey sour
And some Chambord
Put on your kicks
Lace up your Jc's
Cause Jesus is coming
To drink some Hi-C
What Am I writing
What is she writing
I think you're delusional
You crazy duck
But I wish you the best
And All of the luck
But don't be a creep
And just be nice
And talk about their interests
Roll the dice
I used to
I used to
I'm used to loving you
The hype is real
Its how I feel
I've never been
One to deal
With the inevitable
Why won't he go
Let me go
Or will he go
Will he forget about me
Will he come to my
Show
I just want to write
Until it becomes a song
I'm just going to sing
Until you all sing along
You take a lot of crap
Before becoming strong
You take a lot of crap
When the coffee is all gone
Why is there so much
Echo
The best revenge
Is always success
So saddle up
And bring out your best
The end is near
The countdown is final
Bring out the big guns
Bring home the title
So thank you for that
Friendly reminder
To be a boss
And leave the Fakers
Behind us
Leave the Fakers behind us
She does not even care
Go now
Don't show
Me how
You know
She does not even care
You'll never get bored
A whiskey sour
And some Chambord
Put on your kicks
Lace up your Jc's
Cause Jesus is coming
To drink some Hi-C
What Am I writing
What is she writing
I think you're delusional
You crazy duck
But I wish you the best
And All of the luck
But don't be a creep
And just be nice
And talk about their interests
Roll the dice
I used to
I used to
I'm used to loving you
The hype is real
Its how I feel
I've never been
One to deal
With the inevitable
Why won't he go
Let me go
Or will he go
Will he forget about me
Will he come to my
Show
I just want to write
Until it becomes a song
I'm just going to sing
Until you all sing along
You take a lot of crap
Before becoming strong
You take a lot of crap
When the coffee is all gone
Why is there so much
Echo
The best revenge
Is always success
So saddle up
And bring out your best
The end is near
The countdown is final
Bring out the big guns
Bring home the title
So thank you for that
Friendly reminder
To be a boss
And leave the Fakers
Behind us
Leave the Fakers behind us
She does not even care
Go now
Don't show
Me how
You know
She does not even care
Credits
Writer(s): Gin Martini
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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