G-go
She's in the back and I can see what's in front of me
Did you ever make it up the stairs, oh I'm gonna eat this sack of mini-mints and sleep
A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my psychology
My morning talkin' misery is back on my head
It's another blurry morning and I'm feelin' pretty sore, wish I was dead
A bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my psychology
Drowning all my sorrows and my chick
I wish I just knew what I picked
Last night
Last call for alcohol, it's the ending of the night
Bought me a case of Tylenol just to make me feel alright, right, right
Feel alright
Yeah baby you want to take me down to the store to buy another bottle
I said right that day
Bottle in front of me is like a frontal lobotomy
One hard swig will alter my mentality
Got a bottle in front of me
It's like a frontal lobotomy
Got a bottle in front of me
Like a frontal lobotomy
Writer(s): Taime Downe, Brent Muscat
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