Surreality (Nightcore Edit)

Na-nah
Na-nah
Na-nah, na-nah
Aye, yeah...
Yea-yeah
Yea-yeah
Yea-yeah, aye, aye

Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Smoking, rolling pills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills

Tell me how you'd feel inside
If I'd commit suicide
Tell me, baby would you cry?
Promised me you wouldn't lie
Would you think about me?
Or of all them other guys
And feelings you'd keep inside
Emotions that you would hide?
Would you even be surprised?
Baby, would you bat an eye?
Would you go to my gravesite?
Visit me up in the night
Baby, will you even go
To my funeral?
Baby girl, just let me know
Before I lose all of control

Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Smoking, rolling pills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
(B-Blue face hunnid dollar bills)

Would you think of me at all?
Do you think of me at all?
Should we even speak at all?
You don't answer when I call
Mixing drugs with alcohol
Yeah, there's three things I can't keep
You, sobriety, and peace
Damn, I hate feeling so weak
Really wish I could be strong
Try to do right, still feel wrong
Only way for me to cope with it is to put it in song
She says she don't give a fuck
So how could she fuck with me?
I've been down and out in love
Hope to see you in my dreams

(Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Drinking, smoking, rolling pills
Smoking, rolling pills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills
Blue face hunnid dollar bills)

Aye
I'm gone pop them seals, pop them pills, bae, aye
Anything to cope and to heal, bae
Aye, aye
Everything surreal, tell me how I'm supposed to feel
Everything surreal, I wish we could be real...