Laced Up
Let's get lost in a fantasy, squander your salary
Light a match, drop it into gasoline
Live like rock bottom is a trampoline
You and I gonna paint the town
Do it like I'm a date the crown
At a restaurant, upper echelon
The only way is down
Brushing off my trainer's dust
And lace them up like we're cutting narcotics
The day is up, I'm paid and flush
And ain't nothing can stop this
Don't make a fuss
We're late, no rush and I promise
That you won't go paying
You won't go paying
I walk in like a man made, in door to the café
Menu board needs a translate
Can't afford any canapés
But damn straight I'm a order the champagne
Ever feel like wanting to die?
When the cheque makes you vomit inside
Can I get a Heimlich maneuver?
I can't swallow my pride
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
She ordered the soup and the salad
I ordered the salad no soup
In order to produce the balance
Guess I'll cough it up like croup
When you're broke, coughing up hurts
A Sundae for dessert
And I'll be rocking up Monday
Cleaning crockery and mopping up dirt
(That's for certain), my god (that's for certain)
I'm floored this girl is gorgeous, and if I don't have a war chest?
(Man that's curtains), my dawg (man that's curtains)
If I can't pay for four courses, how could I pay for a mortgage?
Wish I could afford to take you to where you ought to be
Didn't meet your fortune, miss you met your misfortune in me
This more than I thought it would be, if she orders too much?
My background's English and Irish, but I'ma have to go Dutch
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
The floors feeling like quick sand
Only had enough on me for drinks and
This about all that I can withstand
Across the table I can feel the distance
The floors feeling like quick sand
Only had enough on me for drinks and
This about all that I can withstand
But you know what, I've got jeans creased, a new fleece
Back on up 'cause
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
Light a match, drop it into gasoline
Live like rock bottom is a trampoline
You and I gonna paint the town
Do it like I'm a date the crown
At a restaurant, upper echelon
The only way is down
Brushing off my trainer's dust
And lace them up like we're cutting narcotics
The day is up, I'm paid and flush
And ain't nothing can stop this
Don't make a fuss
We're late, no rush and I promise
That you won't go paying
You won't go paying
I walk in like a man made, in door to the café
Menu board needs a translate
Can't afford any canapés
But damn straight I'm a order the champagne
Ever feel like wanting to die?
When the cheque makes you vomit inside
Can I get a Heimlich maneuver?
I can't swallow my pride
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
She ordered the soup and the salad
I ordered the salad no soup
In order to produce the balance
Guess I'll cough it up like croup
When you're broke, coughing up hurts
A Sundae for dessert
And I'll be rocking up Monday
Cleaning crockery and mopping up dirt
(That's for certain), my god (that's for certain)
I'm floored this girl is gorgeous, and if I don't have a war chest?
(Man that's curtains), my dawg (man that's curtains)
If I can't pay for four courses, how could I pay for a mortgage?
Wish I could afford to take you to where you ought to be
Didn't meet your fortune, miss you met your misfortune in me
This more than I thought it would be, if she orders too much?
My background's English and Irish, but I'ma have to go Dutch
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
The floors feeling like quick sand
Only had enough on me for drinks and
This about all that I can withstand
Across the table I can feel the distance
The floors feeling like quick sand
Only had enough on me for drinks and
This about all that I can withstand
But you know what, I've got jeans creased, a new fleece
Back on up 'cause
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced up, laced up and kicking
Got pay stubs, pay stubs for liquor
I'm laced
Credits
Writer(s): Barry Francis, Matiu Walters, Marlon Gerbes, Chris Mac, Andrew Burford, Daniel Smith, Matthew Lambert
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