paroles de chanson Snorting the Wrong Kind of 8 Ball - Pfft.

Feeling down feeling in the dumps
Had to fight off my grumps
Called Travis told him to swing through
Said he knew just what to do
Shotgun brews get my head right
Grabs some smokes to start the night
Take me down to the pool hall
Order some pitchers and split an eight ball

But when he racked the balls
One ball grabbed my attention
Inhibitions dropped judgement was skewed
And I sprang with no apprehension

I tried and I tried
I strained and I cried
But the billiard wouldn't go up my nostril
I snorted and I sweat
Getting the whole table wet
And then I turned hostile

Why won't this work
You're a fucking idiot
This is the worst
I'm done with your shit