Intuition, Slug - Buzzkill lyrics
[Intuition, Slug - Buzzkill lyrics]
Ain't seen it all but I
Think I've seen enough
Still basically hated, jaded
Acting like a buzzkill
I'm too used to these nights being fun-filled
Baby baby I don't want to be a buzzkill
I don't want to be a buzzkill
But the battle's always uphill
I need something new until I
Quit being such a buzzkill
Look I was raised in the sticks but
I love me some city life
This urban sprawl got me running
With some shifty types
Slept through the sun due to
Fun from the fifty nights
I just spent searching for someone
To kiss me right
This overdriver that'll still make
The party rock
Sleep with girls that's hardly hot to
Prove that I'm an artsy snob
I'm everywhere but I'm always
Showing tardy dawg
Fashionably late's better than early when
I'm on my job
My team sticker hit you with the flea flicker
We'll run her past your spot
Depends on the free liquor
There'd better be some pseudo-celebs
Or scene sisters
If we don't see Lindsay or Hayden
You bet we'll leave quicker
People ask me why I look so bored
It's cause I'm by my idols so
Much I ain't shook no more
I blow some smoke from my lungs
Looking broke as a bum
Backstage at the venue having no fucking fun
Done too many drugs, seen too many people
Get too many shuns after too many evils
And today has just begun
It's got too many sequels
So I made this little number
Here's what two pennies equals
I gotta get far away from the city man
I hate my job and I'm sick of my shitty band
All I can do is get drunk
As the night is long
Stay inside and get high just
To write my song my girl's at the corner
Bar getting blasted too
She'll be back just a few minutes after two
She gets pissed cause I sound
Just like her dad
I pop shit like who picked up your tab?
Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep
And I'll pour another drink
For myself to think
But best believe when the VCR clock says four
Guaranteed I'll be knocking on
That bedroom door
Switch it up, sing a different tune
Creep beneath the sheet and move
In for the spoon with my hands on your hips
Cause I'm asking for sex
With my cigarette breath on the
Back of your neck
Yeah, it often happens out of habit
Open door like the grocery store, automatic
Go deep, ocean floor, smashed in
Buzzkill for asking if she faked the orgasm
Think I've seen enough
Still basically hated, jaded
Acting like a buzzkill
I'm too used to these nights being fun-filled
Baby baby I don't want to be a buzzkill
I don't want to be a buzzkill
But the battle's always uphill
I need something new until I
Quit being such a buzzkill
Look I was raised in the sticks but
I love me some city life
This urban sprawl got me running
With some shifty types
Slept through the sun due to
Fun from the fifty nights
I just spent searching for someone
To kiss me right
This overdriver that'll still make
The party rock
Sleep with girls that's hardly hot to
Prove that I'm an artsy snob
I'm everywhere but I'm always
Showing tardy dawg
Fashionably late's better than early when
I'm on my job
My team sticker hit you with the flea flicker
We'll run her past your spot
Depends on the free liquor
There'd better be some pseudo-celebs
Or scene sisters
If we don't see Lindsay or Hayden
You bet we'll leave quicker
People ask me why I look so bored
It's cause I'm by my idols so
Much I ain't shook no more
I blow some smoke from my lungs
Looking broke as a bum
Backstage at the venue having no fucking fun
Done too many drugs, seen too many people
Get too many shuns after too many evils
And today has just begun
It's got too many sequels
So I made this little number
Here's what two pennies equals
I gotta get far away from the city man
I hate my job and I'm sick of my shitty band
All I can do is get drunk
As the night is long
Stay inside and get high just
To write my song my girl's at the corner
Bar getting blasted too
She'll be back just a few minutes after two
She gets pissed cause I sound
Just like her dad
I pop shit like who picked up your tab?
Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep
And I'll pour another drink
For myself to think
But best believe when the VCR clock says four
Guaranteed I'll be knocking on
That bedroom door
Switch it up, sing a different tune
Creep beneath the sheet and move
In for the spoon with my hands on your hips
Cause I'm asking for sex
With my cigarette breath on the
Back of your neck
Yeah, it often happens out of habit
Open door like the grocery store, automatic
Go deep, ocean floor, smashed in
Buzzkill for asking if she faked the orgasm