Bad Luck Brigade - Everything's a F*****g Mess - EP

Title Track

And when the sun goes down
We come up
Build lung capacity
Respectin' majesty
Capture magic in our own two hands
Drop some mushrooms
Picturin' two bands
That's two G's in love
Rings to the finger like we won our own
chip
You're the pearl in my harbor
The anchor of my heart
I never sail my own ship

And everything's a fucking mess
But I wouldn't want it any other way
Idle are the devil's hands
But I love it when he bring me back
And everything's a fucking mess
But I wouldn't want it any other way
Get drunk and rot in my bed
Wake up tomorrow and it's back to pushin' weight

Build muscle like I'm Bill Russell
I build muscle like I'm Bill Russell
I build Muscle like I'm Bill Russell
I'm all you C

Credits
Writer(s): Kyler Low
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