Marty

Everyone gets a little messy, heavy
Take another sip of that double bevy
Sunshine's here, but my god it's boring
Because who needs dreams when you're drunk in the morning

Now I'm flying, so lucky
Nicotine, gin and a guy named Marty
Party, comedown, shotgun, sundown
Lost my keys, oh well
Big frown

I feel it coming, feel it going
I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul
I see it coming, see it going
Because I ain't scared of missing out
Just wanna go, go, go

Think I lost my job and now I need a new one
Here's my resume - I guess I'm Caucasian
Sun still shines, but everyone's snoring
Who the fucks up at 6 in the morning

Now I'm flying, so lucky
Only fill up at the Texas Buc-ee's
I left my town, and got a little buzz
And ended up with a little band called BUD

I feel it coming, feel it going
I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul
I see it coming, see it going
Because I ain't scared of missing out
Just wanna go, go, go

Life's a little slow when it's all subtitles
Gonna have to check if I've still got vitals
Pay cheque here and your hydro there
No wonder there's a problem with class warfare

I feel it coming, feel it going
I need the words to tell the story burning in my soul
I see it coming, see it going
Because I ain't scared of missing out
Just wanna go, go, go



Credits
Writer(s): Omar Elkhatib
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