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[Chorus]
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
[Verse]
What I'm falling short of, faded, kinda sorta
Whiskey on my breath and Paramore on the Pandora
I can never think straight, hit with paranoia
Open Photoshop, I'm color correcting my aura
Set up on the East Coast, mind in California
I got lots of issues, yeah, I prolly should've warned ya
I don't ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora
I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora
They said that I could be anything that I want
So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck
Inside my head and I've been pacing, thinking just way too much
But I comply, don't even try, too busy gettin' fucked up
All together now
[Chorus]
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
[Verse]
What I'm falling short of, faded, kinda sorta
Whiskey on my breath and Paramore on the Pandora
I can never think straight, hit with paranoia
Open Photoshop, I'm color correcting my aura
Set up on the East Coast, mind in California
I got lots of issues, yeah, I prolly should've warned ya
I don't ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora
I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora
They said that I could be anything that I want
So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck
Inside my head and I've been pacing, thinking just way too much
But I comply, don't even try, too busy gettin' fucked up
All together now
[Chorus]
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
Hit the floor, drink some more, hope that you don't throw up
Life's a bore, do your chores, I can't wait to grow up
He's a whore, she's a whore, well, kinda sorta
I don't know anymore, it's what I'm falling short of
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