Fuck Being Sober

Have you heard this song?
I hate this song
Me too
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober

I could write seventeen songs in a day
No one's gon' give a shit 'bout what I say
They're always gonna ask, what my job is
Probably 'cause I dropped out of college
Couple kids from my town already got hitched
I still got daddy issues, I ain't fixed
Think, "I'm gonna drink all my money"
Why they all look at me funny?

So pour me another
One for my brother
And two for my parents
I know they can't stand this

I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
9 to 5, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober

Let me just take a sec for my best friends
Kelsey and Amy, thank God we're not dead
Stealing street signs in your two-door
Still the same nights that I live for (Ah-ha)
Everyone's worried 'bout where we'll all be
In fifty years, I'll be here singing off-key
Faded as my jeans and I'm messed up
Chasin' all my dreams with a red cup

So pour me another
One for my brother
And two for my parents
I know they can't stand this

I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
9 to 5, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober

Truth is, one day
All these wasted nights will
Turn to Mondays
And we'll be somewhere else with
New friends and old ways
A little hungover, but we're fine
But all I know for now is

I hate the world, that shit just ain't for me
9 to 5, that shit is so boring
People always tellin' me things
I just wanna do my own thing
The happiest I've been's at a party
Wasted with my friends and why not?
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober (Woo)

Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We die, then it's over
So fuck being sober

It's out of tune
Oh, now it's out of tune
Okay, I think we have it, no?
I kinda like it
That's a wrap



Credits
Writer(s): Annika Wells, Giulio Cercato, Evan Magee
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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