die in the morning :(

"You're like fucking weird as shit"
"That's okay"

Will I die in the morning?
I hope so cuz the rain keeps pouring
Even gray skies are gorgeous
And on my gray days
I'm wanted, yeah
Black stinger, a hornet
A war vet couldn't tell me shit 'bout what the lord says
You serve a country
That loves its warheads
More than its people
400 years and we still ain't equals
But fuck it, we all kick the bucket
And I'm not finished till I tell you I love it
I'm Overpade cuz I bring in abundance
The choppa spray it hit you all in your stomach
Walk away I'll burn you up like an oven
Cuz you a turkey and these bullets is stuffing
Please don't talk if you ain't talking 'bout nothing
I walk so you can skip and hop like a bunny

So bag me a soda
And pass me that Yoda
From here to LA
From New York to Dakota (kota)
It all goes to waste if you're always sober
I found a way, but it's only today yea!
So bag me a soda
And pass me that Yoda
From here to LA
From New York to Dakota (kota)
It all goes to waste if you're always sober
I found a way, but it's only today I am

Here to serve
Here to help
Hard to feel exactly what you felt
It gets hopeless
But who needs help right now?
I need results
That I can't get around

Losers on my back
Lose, get up, I'm back
Losers on my back
Lose, get up, I'm back, yea

So bag me a soda
And pass me that Yoda
From here to LA
From New York to Dakota (kota)
It all goes to waste if you're always sober
I found a way, but it's only today yea!



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Myrthil
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