I know you think the world is just as bad as you see it on your graphs
I know i think the world is just as good as you paying for my tab
I like showing out to a party just to talk about myself
Then i wonder why i wake up with a bad taste in my mouth
I think i’m lost and i don’t wanna be found
I don’t quite believe i’m a victim to my own dna
If i’m being honest, i’m just following my environment
My friends all think the last album that i dropped was a, “cry for help”
I tell them, “go to hell!” then i laugh it off… and then i cry for help…
In the privacy of my own room
My grandfather was known to be a “champagne golfer”
In the privacy of my own room
My “loved ones” think that i am quite the “champagne golfer”
You said that i can’t change the past?
I said, “of course i can;)”
Why do you think i’m throwing all these parties?
I ain’t nothing but a “jazz hound” baby!
I’ve been in the mood for stumbling around your house lately
I’m about to pull up to your christmas party faded
Make your mom and daddy question why you even wanna date me(lol)
Another day another bottle
sh#t don’t change i still don’t call you
It’s hard to count on a champagne golfer
Don’t count on a champagne golfer
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