misfit kids
(Anyways, I love you, you're my best friend, and never forget that)
(And don't let any fucking bitch try to tell you different, because I'll fucking kill them)
(They haven't been through what we've been through)
(So, any fucking bitch hangs out with you for one fucking time and is like)
(Oh my fucking god, Austin's my bestie)
(I'll fucking kill them, because you know damn well)
(Your gonna be fucking-I'm gonna be fucking talking to your kids, and your kids are gonna call me Tia Emily)
(So, any fucking bitch who thinks that they're your best friend can fuck off)
(Okay, thanks for buying me Taco Bell, I love you, bye, goodnight, I need to go to bed)
Party on the weekends cuz it feels nice
Gotta wake up Sunday when it's real bright
Give me a ride home, I'll be alright
Hopefully I'll be fine after last night
Because last night, I was getting real drunk
Took a few shots, then I couldn't stand up
Got a migraine soon as I woke up
Gotta hide what I did from the grown ups
Thank god I came to church this Sunday
Last night, I was running with misfits
Running from cops that said I'm not shit
Running cuz I know the real price of all this
Momma said I shouldn't ever go to parties
But I did, and now show up Sunday tardy
Yea, I'm sorry that the sleep I got was hardly
Now I'm sitting in the pews without a heartbeat
Ain't that the truth, hate Sunday school
I break the rules, I'm super cool
That's how it is, I take the sips
I take the trips, I'm miserable
Just a young kid that just got a little bored
Now, I'm hungover everytime I praise the lord
I know that it's wrong but do it on my own accord
Later on that day, I got a song to go record
Party on the weekends cuz it feels nice
Gotta wake up Sunday when it's real bright
Give me a ride home, I'll be alright
Hopefully I'll be fine after last night
Because last night, I was getting real drunk
Took a few shots, then I couldn't stand up
Got a migraine soon as I woke up
Gotta hide what I did from the grown ups
Thank god I came to church this Sunday
Last night, I was running with misfits
Running from cops that said I'm not shit
Running cuz I know the real price of all this
(I think I died, ehhh)
(And don't let any fucking bitch try to tell you different, because I'll fucking kill them)
(They haven't been through what we've been through)
(So, any fucking bitch hangs out with you for one fucking time and is like)
(Oh my fucking god, Austin's my bestie)
(I'll fucking kill them, because you know damn well)
(Your gonna be fucking-I'm gonna be fucking talking to your kids, and your kids are gonna call me Tia Emily)
(So, any fucking bitch who thinks that they're your best friend can fuck off)
(Okay, thanks for buying me Taco Bell, I love you, bye, goodnight, I need to go to bed)
Party on the weekends cuz it feels nice
Gotta wake up Sunday when it's real bright
Give me a ride home, I'll be alright
Hopefully I'll be fine after last night
Because last night, I was getting real drunk
Took a few shots, then I couldn't stand up
Got a migraine soon as I woke up
Gotta hide what I did from the grown ups
Thank god I came to church this Sunday
Last night, I was running with misfits
Running from cops that said I'm not shit
Running cuz I know the real price of all this
Momma said I shouldn't ever go to parties
But I did, and now show up Sunday tardy
Yea, I'm sorry that the sleep I got was hardly
Now I'm sitting in the pews without a heartbeat
Ain't that the truth, hate Sunday school
I break the rules, I'm super cool
That's how it is, I take the sips
I take the trips, I'm miserable
Just a young kid that just got a little bored
Now, I'm hungover everytime I praise the lord
I know that it's wrong but do it on my own accord
Later on that day, I got a song to go record
Party on the weekends cuz it feels nice
Gotta wake up Sunday when it's real bright
Give me a ride home, I'll be alright
Hopefully I'll be fine after last night
Because last night, I was getting real drunk
Took a few shots, then I couldn't stand up
Got a migraine soon as I woke up
Gotta hide what I did from the grown ups
Thank god I came to church this Sunday
Last night, I was running with misfits
Running from cops that said I'm not shit
Running cuz I know the real price of all this
(I think I died, ehhh)
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Robertson
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