drown

Who's that man outside my window
Five bucks says he's got a gun
He's been standing there for hours
Waiting for when I'm alone

There's an art to being wasted
It's something I've never learned
When I'm passed out on the pavement
I hope you're there on the curb



Credits
Writer(s): Cesar Ibarra
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