Blue Sports Drink
I wish that my friends could hit me up sometimes
So I don't have to keep bugging them and hope that they're free
We can sit around and drink beer and watch Marvel movies
Too bad Sony owns Spider-Man I wish I knew how to pirate
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine
Sometimes I get myself in situations
Where I have to socialize with strangers which I hate
Cause then I'll just drink more and act like a dumbass
And then I see that Goobz takes a picture of it all
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine like
Now at this
Moment we sit
Talking about your past and mine
And hoping we can pass the time like
Telling you about my childhood memories
Acting like they were all just a dream
Reality can be hard to think about
When all you do is sit around and pout
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine
So I don't have to keep bugging them and hope that they're free
We can sit around and drink beer and watch Marvel movies
Too bad Sony owns Spider-Man I wish I knew how to pirate
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine
Sometimes I get myself in situations
Where I have to socialize with strangers which I hate
Cause then I'll just drink more and act like a dumbass
And then I see that Goobz takes a picture of it all
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine like
Now at this
Moment we sit
Talking about your past and mine
And hoping we can pass the time like
Telling you about my childhood memories
Acting like they were all just a dream
Reality can be hard to think about
When all you do is sit around and pout
Communication can be hard
When you don't know the words to say
A simple sentence ain't so bad
But it depends who you tell it to
You get that awful feeling
In your stomach and want to leave
But in the end it will be fine
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Writer(s): Samuel Desantos
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