Panic at the Dive Bar
Panic at the dive bar, should have hit the disco
Feeling like the only smuck with no pistol
I was born ready to die but not like this
Though I think I forgot to kiss both my little brother and mother
I miss home
Listen (uh), my hand don't shake, but I'm schvistzin
I heard y'all motherfuckers serve lobster tail
I guess my invite must've got lost in the mail
I'm tryna get this money, triple pound bricks
Flip it down slow, let it trickle out quick
I was hitting house keys should've cut me a key
Uh, daddy's got a black shaggy puppy to feed
I'm oprah
You get a whip, you get a whip
You get your own car
Welcome to my new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
Coming from the blacktop, ask for the doorman
Trouble at the stash spot back kicking doors in
Packs on the floor lost it all on the horses
I had to end the call, I promise you it's important
And I'ma need you to flash this work
Pack these bags, dump this first, wrap these last
Don't pass go until we come back
'Cause I got three phones and at least one's tapped
And papa's got a brand-new bag of pink pills
For a couple brand-new tags with clean bills
Caught up in these brand-new fads and cheap thrills
Whole house taking water, we watching the sink fill
So don't (don't, don't, don't)
Keep knocking
Pay the plug first so you re-ing up a profit
Float (float, float)
These boxes, what's a key to a locksmith?
All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well
Feeling like the only smuck with no pistol
I was born ready to die but not like this
Though I think I forgot to kiss both my little brother and mother
I miss home
Listen (uh), my hand don't shake, but I'm schvistzin
I heard y'all motherfuckers serve lobster tail
I guess my invite must've got lost in the mail
I'm tryna get this money, triple pound bricks
Flip it down slow, let it trickle out quick
I was hitting house keys should've cut me a key
Uh, daddy's got a black shaggy puppy to feed
I'm oprah
You get a whip, you get a whip
You get your own car
Welcome to my new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
Coming from the blacktop, ask for the doorman
Trouble at the stash spot back kicking doors in
Packs on the floor lost it all on the horses
I had to end the call, I promise you it's important
And I'ma need you to flash this work
Pack these bags, dump this first, wrap these last
Don't pass go until we come back
'Cause I got three phones and at least one's tapped
And papa's got a brand-new bag of pink pills
For a couple brand-new tags with clean bills
Caught up in these brand-new fads and cheap thrills
Whole house taking water, we watching the sink fill
So don't (don't, don't, don't)
Keep knocking
Pay the plug first so you re-ing up a profit
Float (float, float)
These boxes, what's a key to a locksmith?
All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone
All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Lachow, Jake Crocker
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