The Isolation Stomp
Enough of this thinking
I want to go drinking
And hit the town
Call my brother and his pals
Maybe we'll take the gals
And take our time
I'm so sick of staying in
I'm so sick of everything
I'm so sick and tired
Maybe I should confess
That my habits aren't the best
But they are mine
What really can I do
My back hurts I tried new shoes
Just want to pass the time
See if I turn out fine
Nobody calls me up
You say that that's just your luck
I say what do you mean
You say that it's not my scene
Just want to go out drinking
Just want to hit the town
Sick and tired of thinking
I know what's got me down
So can I please go outside
Can I please go outside
Can I please
Can I go can I go can I go
Can I go downtown
I don't stick around
Calvin smokes weed
It makes him peeved
He eats fricken cattails
Survivor up in this hot trail
Beatbox like a fox
Lookin' like a hobo
(Wessie sto-sto-stone)
(OUT)
Enough of this thinking
I want to go drinking
And hit the town
Call my brother and his pals
Maybe we'll take the gals
And take our time
I'm so sick of staying in
I'm so sick so sick of everything
So sick and tired
Maybe I will confess
That my habits aren't the best
But they are mine
I want to go drinking
And hit the town
Call my brother and his pals
Maybe we'll take the gals
And take our time
I'm so sick of staying in
I'm so sick of everything
I'm so sick and tired
Maybe I should confess
That my habits aren't the best
But they are mine
What really can I do
My back hurts I tried new shoes
Just want to pass the time
See if I turn out fine
Nobody calls me up
You say that that's just your luck
I say what do you mean
You say that it's not my scene
Just want to go out drinking
Just want to hit the town
Sick and tired of thinking
I know what's got me down
So can I please go outside
Can I please go outside
Can I please
Can I go can I go can I go
Can I go downtown
I don't stick around
Calvin smokes weed
It makes him peeved
He eats fricken cattails
Survivor up in this hot trail
Beatbox like a fox
Lookin' like a hobo
(Wessie sto-sto-stone)
(OUT)
Enough of this thinking
I want to go drinking
And hit the town
Call my brother and his pals
Maybe we'll take the gals
And take our time
I'm so sick of staying in
I'm so sick so sick of everything
So sick and tired
Maybe I will confess
That my habits aren't the best
But they are mine
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Writer(s): Wes Lyons
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