Quarter to Four
Woo!
So here it comes again
That self-inflicted pain
The popped cork and glass
On your ass
I got the wine and depression, coming on so fast
Blinding intentions see the eyelids crash
Digging for dollars through the holes burning
Wine and depression, yeah, you gonna win
I got wine and depression
And I'm feeling like I gotta move
Well, wine and depression
The only mixed drink I approve
When the time and conditions
Drown this sinking thinking man
I screw myself, pop the cork
And let the river bend
So let me dive right in
Tears are my best friends
I'll wallow while I can
While I can
Maybe it's whining depression, I'm a little brat
When the wine gets depressing I'll try another hat
For now it's lamp shades and some belly laughs
I got the wine and depression, it's a gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas, gas, it's gonna pass
I got wine and depression
And I'm feeling like I gotta move
Wine and depression
Wine and depression, baby
When the time and conditions
Drown this sinking thinking man
I screw myself, pop the cork
And let the river bend
So here it comes again
That self-inflicted pain
The popped cork and glass
On your ass
I got the wine and depression, coming on so fast
Blinding intentions see the eyelids crash
Digging for dollars through the holes burning
I got wine and depression, yeah, it's gonna win
Gonna win
Gonna win, aw!
So here it comes again
That self-inflicted pain
The popped cork and glass
On your ass
I got the wine and depression, coming on so fast
Blinding intentions see the eyelids crash
Digging for dollars through the holes burning
Wine and depression, yeah, you gonna win
I got wine and depression
And I'm feeling like I gotta move
Well, wine and depression
The only mixed drink I approve
When the time and conditions
Drown this sinking thinking man
I screw myself, pop the cork
And let the river bend
So let me dive right in
Tears are my best friends
I'll wallow while I can
While I can
Maybe it's whining depression, I'm a little brat
When the wine gets depressing I'll try another hat
For now it's lamp shades and some belly laughs
I got the wine and depression, it's a gas, gas, gas
Gas, gas, gas, it's gonna pass
I got wine and depression
And I'm feeling like I gotta move
Wine and depression
Wine and depression, baby
When the time and conditions
Drown this sinking thinking man
I screw myself, pop the cork
And let the river bend
So here it comes again
That self-inflicted pain
The popped cork and glass
On your ass
I got the wine and depression, coming on so fast
Blinding intentions see the eyelids crash
Digging for dollars through the holes burning
I got wine and depression, yeah, it's gonna win
Gonna win
Gonna win, aw!
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Reber, Eric Davidson, James Weber, Samuel Brown
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