Key: Bm Intro: Jon Mess: Bm Em No frowns around, I'm now an older clown Bm I think I honked my spleen Em Bm The money came to answer my prayers Em If you're filming me piss it's probably best Bm I stop the stream Em My colon is golden, eyes they gleam
Verse 1: Tilian: Bm Waking up G F#m Courage in my cup Bm Last was night was rough G E Don't remember much Bm Waking up G F#m Courage in my cup Bm Last night was rough G E Doing what I love Pre-Chorus: Tilian: G Em F#m Running on fumes, what can I do? A G Em Waiting for my score to come through F#m A Desperate for some motivation G Em F#m Running on fumes, checking my views A G Em Scrolling for a comment that proves F#m A I don't need more motivation Chorus: Jon Mess, Tilian: Em I'm locked in Bm I'm stocked up, often G I'm shopping, my face is frosted F#m I'm living life as if I'm already dead Bm Em I'm spilling cups and then I'm fucking the fed Bm I'm locked in, and topped up often G No caution, my pace is toxic F#m I'm living life as if I'm already dead Bm Open and shut, you know I gave it my best Verse 2: Rob Damiani: Em D Bm Was feeling panicked so I got myself a knife Em Then I felt empty, so I went and got myself a wife D I tried to learn about the meaning of my life Bm G A But I couldn't quite decide on which good book to buy Breakdown: Jon Mess: Bm 'Cause I'm like that, priceless, finest Ice white platypus G Blessing the things that I touch F#m Worship me, worship my stuff Bm Fitted with a gimmick, make a cynical wow Many men went in it, but they couldn't get out G All of the things that we touch F#m Suck all the life out of us Pre-Chorus: Tilian: G Em F#m Running on fumes, what can I do? A G Em Waiting for my score to come through F#m A Desperate for some motivation G Em F#m Running on fumes, checking my views A G Em Scrolling for a comment that proves F#m A I don't need more motivation Chorus: Jon Mess, Jon Mess & Rob Damiani, Tilian & Rob Diamiani: Em I'm locked in Bm I'm stocked up, often G I'm shopping, my face is frosted F#m I'm living life as if I'm already dead Bm Em I'm spilling cups and then I'm fucking the fed Bm I'm locked in, and topped up often G No caution, my pace is toxic F#m I'm living life as if I'm already dead Post-Chorus: Tilian & Rob Damiani: Bm G F#m A I'm living life I'm living life as if I'm already dead Bm G F#m A I'm living life I'm living life as if I'm already dead Outro: Jon Mess: G Hole in the world, holding some pearls G Making it tough 'cause I'm never enough G Hole in the earth, sleep on my perch G G Take some time off to forget what you're worth? Never
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