Lyrics

This song's about getting stoned To the gills, to the bone And trying to sun my shady disposition When I first met you I could tell For me it wouldn't end too well And I should've listened to my intuition So light one up, whatever the cost Extra points for memory loss As my poor heart is sinking into ruin Only God can judge us all And even he exists at all I doubt He's real worked about what I'm doing This song's about drinking wine Anywhere, anytime I'm always down to raise a glass or two But it'll take two dozen more To get me down onto the floor Where I can momentarily forget you So crack a bottle, grab a glass Everybody's getting trashed As my poor heart is sinking into ruin Only God can judge us all And even He exists at all I doubt He's real worked about what I'm doing This song's about smoking hash I roll it up with my grass Living here without you sure is tough To get to where I can stand And smoke myself up off this planet Man, this really is some sure good stuff So light one up, whatever the cost Extra points for memory loss As my poor heart is sinking into ruin Only God can judge us all And even she exists at all I doubt she's real worked about what I'm doing
Writer(s): Taylor Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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