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作曲 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter/Christopher Taylor Morgan |
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作词 : Nicholas Kerr-Carpenter |
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It's three o'clock, times running out |
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I rather sleep in than write all about |
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How I'm depressed, how to get out |
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'Cause I don't know shit I said, "**** it", and made it work out |
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I'm a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess) |
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But for some reason they stay impressed |
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I'm a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist) |
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Optimism is something I miss |
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I kinda knew I'd be here all alone |
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But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own) |
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Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone |
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My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown) |
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I'm not stoned, well maybe just a bit |
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Hard to write a song if you don't take another hit |
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Cancel all your plans today, you're 'bout to write a hit |
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Probably ****ing not, but you won't know unless you sit |
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Does the energy around you ever get (Around you ever get) |
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Inside your cerebellum, tell me everything is shit (Tell me everything is shit) |
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Sleep away the day again and call it ****ing quits (And call it ****ing quits) |
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An easel to present a thought about the way I live (Thought about the way I live) |
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2017 was the year that I thought I'd kick (Year that I thought I'd kick) |
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The bucket underneath my feet and slide into the pit (Feet and slide into the pit) |
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Reach into the sky and said, "The clouds are looking lit" (Said, "The clouds are looking lit") |
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But angels never die so I'ma respawn real quick, yeah (Respawn real quick) |
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Did this kid really name his album after his cat? (After his cat) |
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Does he smoke a lot and how's his mom feel 'bout that? (Mom feel 'bout that) |
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Dude, please check my music out, my shit really slaps (Shit really slaps) |
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**** you, dickhead, why won't you DM me back? (DM me back) |
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Y'all really wanna work with me, well how about that? (How about that?) |
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These lines are real DM's that I'll never hit back (I'll never hit back) |
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I don't sell features so don't ask about that (Don't ask about that) |
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God, please don't hit me with another group chat |
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It's three o'clock, times running out |
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I rather sleep in than write all about |
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How I'm depressed, how to get out |
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'Cause I don't know shit I said, "**** it", and made it work out |
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I'm a mess (Mess), I guess (I guess) |
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But for some reason they stay impressed |
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I'm a pess- (Pess-) imist (Imist) |
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Optimism is something I miss |
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I kinda knew I'd be here all alone |
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But I never thought I'd do this shit and do it on my own (Do it on my own) |
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Start writing, stop checkin' on your phone |
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My mind races at some paces that are currently unknown (Currently unknown) |
