| Tickets at the door |
| It’s you on the guest list |
| You plus four |
| Make sure you bring some bad bitches |
| I’ve been sleeping on the bus, got me sore |
| For about a month smokin' blunts |
| And we just turned in somethin' that was great |
| Had me waking each day like |
| Damn this chick is dope, let’s pray |
| It lasts I really hope it does |
| And usually I don’t |
| Cause usually it won’t |
| And all we need’s a little kush |
| We’re scared of this, we’re scared of us |
| Our feelings we can barely trust |
| This booze got us impaired as fuck |
| I don’t think were in love |
| That’s just the drugs |
| Don’t they make you feel numb |
| You can’t feel at all |
| Maybe if we loved ourselves |
| It wouldn’t be so hard |
| It wouldn’t be so hard |
| To love each other |
| More rounds, more rounds |
| Thats what we telling them |
| Slow down, slow down |
| Thats what they telling us |
| If the bar closes at 4: 00 and it’s only 1: 30 |
| Then why would we stop so early? |
| Finally got a taxi, mumbling your addy |
| Fighting over a girl named Abigail or Maddie |
| Or maybe it was Ashley, maybe it was Gabby |
| But notice I’m with you cause you the only one that matters |
| Maybe you shouldn’t have dated a rapper |
| This shit is love and hate but lately mostly the latter |
| I just wanna live it up, call you my distant love |
| We get so distant from drugs got our systems numb |
| She just really like the talk, she don’t wanna listen much |
| Shouldn’t this be easier? It’s so difficult |
| I’m so slow-mo |
| Stumblin' and falling |
| I guess you could call me |
| An alcoholic |
| I’m not sober |
| And I’m not over… you |
| You, Yeah |