Finest Hour (MOTi Remix)

Walking in with good intentions
Walking out with no patience
I feel my buttons being pressed on
I feel my body tryna start some
I know I'm young but I'm pissed off
Telling everyone to kick rocks
A couple rounds of the Mezcal
I'm falling down and I'm holding it all by a thread now

No I ain't perfect, never said I was perfect
And I'm putting it all on a prayer now
No I ain't perfect, never said I was perfect

This ain't my finest hour
Might see my flaws today
My words are out of order
Maybe my drink's to blame
Emptying all my pockets
'Til I don't feel a thing
This ain't my finest hour
This ain't my finest hour-

Finest hour

Finest hour

Bottling my emotions
All this talk and commotion
Everybody got me stressed out
I can't control if I break down
Every night is a big blur
I can't get a hold of my temper
Ain't no one to depend on
I'm falling down and I'm holding it all by a thread now

No I ain't perfect, never said I was perfect
And I'm putting it all on a prayer now
No I ain't perfect, never said I was perfect

This ain't my finest hour
Might see my flaws today
My words are out of order
Maybe my drink's to blame
Emptying all my pockets
'Til I don't feel a thing
This ain't my finest hour
This ain't my finest hour-

Finest hour

Finest hour



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Hendler, Nate John, Abir Haronni, Alexander Makhlouf, Dave Dalton, Jean Paul Makhlouf, Samuel Frisch
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