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letra de pour another drink - leev

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pour another drink
always needing more
i swore that i thank all you did n more
i slore, cuz im drunk and im sore
its 4 , im dead asleep on the floor

i dont know what more i can do
easy how i move
like who the f-ck this dude

dont give a f-ck what you think of me
i know myself well
can’t ya tell , when i speak
gas leaked
from my mouth
all week
no i never really do stop
lost track of my streak

reached my peak
now im always staring down
coming out my head
look around at the crowd

i realize where i am right now
feels in my mind like a sham not wow
i dont pout, motherf-cker i bounce
smoking weed by the ounce
sh-t i always lose count

i dont f-ck a singlе b-tch
unless its lucky
never do i carе
never gonna buy a tuggy

the weathers muggy
still im speeding outta lanes
come the day i crash
imma lie on the claims
say f-ck the fame
i could die before im sane
i spam illicit drugs
in the pockets of my brains

dont give a d-mn
go and see the m-ffin man
i could make a plan
drinking pee outta can

make you a fan
while i spend another band
on a buncha useless sh-t
that i couldn’t give a d-mn
about

you pout n now
i scream n shout
we’re bound
ya parents wake
the sound
was just too f-ckin loud

i think not
bout what you do to me
said ya feeling far n few
what the f-ck that mean
tell a funny joke
couple points i redeemed
ask me whats my motive
cause nothings what it seem

pour another drink
always needing more
i swore that i thank all you did n more
i slore, cuz im drunk and im sore
its 4 , im dead asleep on the floor

dont give a f-ck what you think of me
i know myself well
can’t ya tell , when i speak
———

though i speak like a dusty ass fiend
crusty ass socks folded up by my jeans
im not proud to say i live this way
im proud to say that im able to say

i look around, who doing what i do
ha, sh-t not you
i slam food inna minute
like dude, call me joey chesnuts
stomach still dont protrude

my thoughts crude
my voice shrewd
im so rude, for years its been brewed

my stupid attitude
existential thoughts got me
thrown through a loop
my cheeks drooped

-chorus-

pour another drink
always needing more
i swore that i thank all you did n more
i slore, cuz im drunk and im sore
its 4 , im dead asleep on the floor

i dont know what more i can do
easy how i move
like who the f-ck this dude

dont give a f-ck what you think of me
i know myself well
can’t ya tell , when i speak

- leev

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