Robstar - Lucky Ones

I don't talk much
Don't talk to me
I don't talk much to you, yeah, yeah
I'm on my own in the back of the club for a reason
I ain't got nothing to say
And I'm on my fifth can of cider
Down it fast, finish it all
So fucked up, fuck straight
I just straight up ain't seeing
Couldn't tell you time of the day
And I got a girl coming up
Asking how I got the cuts on my wrists yeah
Tell her baby I was aiming so I wasn't talking right now
But I guess that I missed yeah, yeah
I was hoping I would die a long time ago
Guess I ain't one of the lucky ones
Guess I missed my chance to die in peace alone
Now I'm just a no one
I was hoping I would die a long time ago
Guess I ain't one of the lucky ones
I don't talk much
Don't talk to me
I don't talk much to you, yeah, yeah
I'm on my own in the back of the club for a reason
I ain't got nothing to say
And I'm on my fifth can of cider
Down it fast, finish it all
So fucked up, fuck straight
I just straight up ain't seeing
Couldn't tell you time of the day
I was hoping I would die a long time ago
Guess I ain't one of the lucky ones
Guess I missed my chance to die in peace alone
Now I'm just a no one

Written by:
Andrew Parks, Robert Gilmour

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