Full Send
Lets fucking send it oh
I'm spinning out of control
And where I'm ending up
(I don't know)
Is this the end of me now
I'll pour another one
In my head I've lost it
Do another line of blow
Now my head is frosty
(I don't care)
What this night will cost me
Heading up the stairs
Now I feel real saucy
God damn
Rippin shots of vodka
Another ounce of bud
Now we bumpin "who shot ya?"
Randos showin up late
Now we got a bunch of fakes
Shakin down the imposters
Full send
Can't see in front of me
Visions blurry
And now I'm losing control
Could be the end of me
Yeah
Now I can't feel my face
The drip is all that taste
I need my come down place
I need some pills for escape
Clouding my judgement
Routinely common mistakes
But do I need a break
Fuck it full send I'm irate
With drawl symptoms contained in the bane of my existing brain
Awaiting in the lane of my shame
Pissed away, we fall down
Mind is aching
Chest is caving
Fuck every thing that you're saying
On sight
Motherfucker
Get your fucking skull cracked
And get your wig pushed back
That's right motherfucker
Chug chug chug
Let's take another shot
And break the windows out
Don't give a fuck, fuck
You got a problem
You can suck my fucking cock
You're out of luck
Let's fucking chug
Chug chug
Everything around me's spinning, gone
I cannot find my fucking ground
Lost my head
Reflections looking back at me
Conveying the reality I don't wanna see
It consumes me
Bottoms up motherfucker
I'm spinning out of control
And where I'm ending up
(I don't know)
Is this the end of me now
I'll pour another one
In my head I've lost it
Do another line of blow
Now my head is frosty
(I don't care)
What this night will cost me
Heading up the stairs
Now I feel real saucy
God damn
Rippin shots of vodka
Another ounce of bud
Now we bumpin "who shot ya?"
Randos showin up late
Now we got a bunch of fakes
Shakin down the imposters
Full send
Can't see in front of me
Visions blurry
And now I'm losing control
Could be the end of me
Yeah
Now I can't feel my face
The drip is all that taste
I need my come down place
I need some pills for escape
Clouding my judgement
Routinely common mistakes
But do I need a break
Fuck it full send I'm irate
With drawl symptoms contained in the bane of my existing brain
Awaiting in the lane of my shame
Pissed away, we fall down
Mind is aching
Chest is caving
Fuck every thing that you're saying
On sight
Motherfucker
Get your fucking skull cracked
And get your wig pushed back
That's right motherfucker
Chug chug chug
Let's take another shot
And break the windows out
Don't give a fuck, fuck
You got a problem
You can suck my fucking cock
You're out of luck
Let's fucking chug
Chug chug
Everything around me's spinning, gone
I cannot find my fucking ground
Lost my head
Reflections looking back at me
Conveying the reality I don't wanna see
It consumes me
Bottoms up motherfucker
Credits
Writer(s): Christian Smith, David Pierson, James Sacco, Michael Hayes, Patrick Mulligan, Tykeese Breland
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