Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
And I ain't seen a light of day since, well, that's not important
It's been long
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
You knew I was losing
You told me to wake up, oh, my clock always stays on snooze
I'm done
To each their own and find peace in knowing
Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
Show no emotion, against your coding
tuesday
thought
their
stepped
feeling
mormons
every
emotion
snooze
drank
clothes
clock
always
depend
comes
night
bedroom
dwight
drought
bullshit
appearance
around
became
against
cigarette
beers
homies
winning
whitney
broken
someone
friend
happy
looking
drugs
hoping
stays
houston
little
feels
important
losing
since
knowing
leave
light
peace
coding
seems
pouring
nothing
sober
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