Room Full of Strangers

Walking in a room full of strangers
Nobody knows me here
Table full of bottles and drinks spilled on the floor
Bitches passed out blackout on the floor
It's 4 am I should've gone home
Fuck
I should've gone home

I can't feel my face
Shit I can barely see
Feels like I'm floating must be the THC
Must be the THC
I start thinking about my mother
I know she wouldn't be proud
So I walk to the door, it's my time to get out
As I reach for the door a guy pulls me back
Ask me if I want a bag full of goodies
Took me a while to say
No
Now it's back to the door

Up, Up, Up, Up, and away we go

Walking in a room full of strangers
Nobody knows me here
Table full of bottles and drinks spilled on the floor
Bitches passed out blackout on the floor
It's 4am I should've gone home
Fuck
I should've gone home

How can you blame me for tryna have fun?
After all we are young
We are young
When's a better time to do it if it ain't now
If it ain't now
Life a bitch, but it don't seem so bad, so bad now
I don't seem so bad now



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Guzman
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