BAD NEWS
You call me cryin'
What if I tell you something that makes you feel worse?
Barely surviving, so whatever I'm advising
Do the reverse
When you're having panic attacks, I'm ill equipped
Just a pat on the back, avoid eye contact
Then take a crack at these rumplemintz
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
The people I drink with
Don't really know me
They're like the waitstaff
On your birthday at chili's
They're forced to sing happy birthday
They're forced to cheer and clap
When they leave, I'm all alone
I just want my baby back
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
Barkeep asks me what to drink
I tell him "Whisky rye"
Barkeep asks me what to drink
But he never asks me why
I could shoot for the moon
I could land amongst the stars
I shot for my house
But I slept in my car
I got problems, "We all got em"
I got issues, "Hey man, we love you"
I got fears, well, we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better (better)
Bad news goes down better (together)
Bad news goes down better with a beer
What if I tell you something that makes you feel worse?
Barely surviving, so whatever I'm advising
Do the reverse
When you're having panic attacks, I'm ill equipped
Just a pat on the back, avoid eye contact
Then take a crack at these rumplemintz
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
The people I drink with
Don't really know me
They're like the waitstaff
On your birthday at chili's
They're forced to sing happy birthday
They're forced to cheer and clap
When they leave, I'm all alone
I just want my baby back
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
Barkeep asks me what to drink
I tell him "Whisky rye"
Barkeep asks me what to drink
But he never asks me why
I could shoot for the moon
I could land amongst the stars
I shot for my house
But I slept in my car
I got problems, "We all got em"
I got issues, "Hey man, we love you"
I got fears, well, we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better with a beer
I got problems, we got blue ribbons
I got issues, we got some grey goose
I got fears (Hell yeah)
Well we've all cried tears
But bad news goes down better (better)
Bad news goes down better (together)
Bad news goes down better with a beer
Credits
Writer(s): Arion Chamberlain, Dylan Wachman, Erik Button, Luke Gunn, Tommy Mcphail
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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