Текст песни Blackout On Your Block - Strangeness in Proportion

Anyway here's wonderwall

You've been stuck in my brain
Like a spiked lemonade
Beerios with Billy
Edward 40hands with GG
My friends are holding me up
Out of a red solo cup
And I just want you to drive me home

I blacked out on your block
Of course my car was locked
I'm not looking for much
I just need to talk
Went from playgrounds to parking lots
To consuming all the caffeinne we bought
Smoking my last pack
In the back of Cadillac

All the weekends I've wasted
Being wasted on weekends
Dizzy under strobe lights
Smoking cigarettes make me feel alright
I'm bogged down by bong rips
And drugs in my stomach
You've been blocking my texts
And taking too much xanax

I blacked out in your basement
You said I couldn't face it
My place in this world
And how it wouldn't make a difference
I'm trying to talk to you
But you can't see my point of view
My whole life in these parking lots
It's really all I got

I just want you to drive me home
I just want you to pick up your phone
I just want you to know
That I've been trying to grow
I'm trying to consume
All my thoughts of you
But I passed out in the snow
At the end of your road