Bird Scooter

It's Tuesday night, go out with friends
I want this night to fucking end
'Cause I'm so drunk, it's only 6 p.m.
Show up to the show, music sucks me in, in

God, I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air

'Cause, ooh, I am flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head towards the cement

It's Tuesday night, go out with friends
I want this night to fucking end
And I'm so drunk, it's only 6 p.m.
Show up to the show, music sucks me in

My sweatshirt is soaked in blood
Dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why did I not choose to drive?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood) oh why
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Did I just choose to fly?
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood)
(Dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh, why did I not choose to drive?



Credits
Writer(s): David Macey, Matthew Monosson, Oliver Märtin, Paul Colgan, Quinn Casper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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