Paycheck - HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT lyrics
[Paycheck - HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT lyrics]
I used to find love in the little things
Now this 80 proof the only way I feel
All my friends tell me I'm a fiend
Guess the pain ain’t something I
Coulda concealed no more i miss the old me
I miss that 2am rush with you
I miss the old me don’t know the new me
Chivas Regal in my blood and I
Do not give a fuck
I got no pulse, blacked out
Fucked up in the back of your car
(Back of your car, Ouu)
I got no phone, passed out
Think I got kicked out of the bar
(They stole my fake & my wallet, Ouu)
I been all in my head
I'm makin' love with ambition
The only point of my youth
Is making reckless decisions
I’m just a no good, shitfaced
High school dropout
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
So what’s the point of feeling
Something that’ll never be enough?
Phycobilin dreaming
Who I am ain't who I was
Am I holding onto something or
Just catchin' my own bluff?
Guess I’ll hold onto this feeling
'til I finally open up
Used to find the bright side
Now I’m in the dark used to fight to cope
Now I'm fighting for a spark
I’m so used to getting used
I don’t check up on myself
Guess the reason I feel perfect’s same
As why I need help, cause
I used to find love in the little things
Shot of gin, chase it with lust
All my friends tell me I'm a fiend
Chivas Regal in my blood
And I do not give a fuck
I got no pulse, blacked out
Fucked up in the back of your car
(Back of your car, Ouu)
I got no phone, passed out
Think I got kicked out of the bar
(They stole my fake & my wallet, Ouu)
I been all in my head
I'm makin' love with ambition
The only point of my youth
Is making reckless decisions
I’m just a no good, shitfaced
High school dropout
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
Now this 80 proof the only way I feel
All my friends tell me I'm a fiend
Guess the pain ain’t something I
Coulda concealed no more i miss the old me
I miss that 2am rush with you
I miss the old me don’t know the new me
Chivas Regal in my blood and I
Do not give a fuck
I got no pulse, blacked out
Fucked up in the back of your car
(Back of your car, Ouu)
I got no phone, passed out
Think I got kicked out of the bar
(They stole my fake & my wallet, Ouu)
I been all in my head
I'm makin' love with ambition
The only point of my youth
Is making reckless decisions
I’m just a no good, shitfaced
High school dropout
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
So what’s the point of feeling
Something that’ll never be enough?
Phycobilin dreaming
Who I am ain't who I was
Am I holding onto something or
Just catchin' my own bluff?
Guess I’ll hold onto this feeling
'til I finally open up
Used to find the bright side
Now I’m in the dark used to fight to cope
Now I'm fighting for a spark
I’m so used to getting used
I don’t check up on myself
Guess the reason I feel perfect’s same
As why I need help, cause
I used to find love in the little things
Shot of gin, chase it with lust
All my friends tell me I'm a fiend
Chivas Regal in my blood
And I do not give a fuck
I got no pulse, blacked out
Fucked up in the back of your car
(Back of your car, Ouu)
I got no phone, passed out
Think I got kicked out of the bar
(They stole my fake & my wallet, Ouu)
I been all in my head
I'm makin' love with ambition
The only point of my youth
Is making reckless decisions
I’m just a no good, shitfaced
High school dropout
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)
(No good, shitfaced, highschool dropout)