paroles de chanson Panic at the Dive Bar - Sam Lachow

Panic at the dive bar, should have hit the disco
Feeling like the only smuck with no pistol
I was born ready to die but not like this
Though I think I forgot to kiss both my little brother and mother
I miss home

Listen (uh), my hand don't shake, but I'm schvistzin
I heard y'all motherfuckers serve lobster tail
I guess my invite must've got lost in the mail

I'm tryna get this money, triple pound bricks
Flip it down slow, let it trickle out quick
I was hitting house keys should've cut me a key
Uh, daddy's got a black shaggy puppy to feed

I'm oprah
You get a whip, you get a whip
You get your own car
Welcome to my new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit, new shit

I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone

Coming from the blacktop, ask for the doorman
Trouble at the stash spot back kicking doors in
Packs on the floor lost it all on the horses
I had to end the call, I promise you it's important
And I'ma need you to flash this work
Pack these bags, dump this first, wrap these last

Don't pass go until we come back
'Cause I got three phones and at least one's tapped
And papa's got a brand-new bag of pink pills
For a couple brand-new tags with clean bills
Caught up in these brand-new fads and cheap thrills
Whole house taking water, we watching the sink fill

So don't (don't, don't, don't)
Keep knocking
Pay the plug first so you re-ing up a profit
Float (float, float)
These boxes, what's a key to a locksmith?

All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well

I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone

I folded all my favorite flannels, hoodies, T's, and matching socks
Uh, and lined my sneakers up
I've been inside, so long, I'm talking to the ghost inside my home
So I don't feel alone

All on my own, but
I'm never lonesome
Never been lonely myself
Young guns and grownups
Everyone grows up
One day, I'll own up as well