Denver Late - Intro

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)
Ooh
You can’t be me, I’m not anyone else
Whiskey on my breath, they think I need help
Sayin’ these words that nobody has felt
My hands are wrapped ‘round her waist like a belt
The real stays real, I’ma watch the fake melt
Havin’ to deal with the cards you were dealt
She was a queen and I wasn’t a king
So we split up in the castle of hell
And now I’m with some new hoes
Ain’t nothing else new though
I’m never gettin’ new bros
I know that you know
That I’m the only 100 that can’t change
Bench-pressin’ my damn weight
It’s a damn shame
On my shoulders, I’ll carry the damn blame
And you can’t call me to tell me just what ya man say
I wasn’t born
I was dropped off by the door
By a stork
And my mama passed out in the floor
Baby boy in the crib
They found a bottle of Jack and a bib
A mic and a notepad and a pin
My eyes filled up with a spark of sin
Music notes in the sky and the fuckin’ moon grinned
Basically I’m sayin’ I was made to do this shit
Yeah
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know
I been on a, I been on a roll
Everything’s changin’ now
I don’t wanna, I don’t wanna know
I been on a, I been on a roll
Everything’s changin’ now
Yeah, yeah
Been a lot places, seen a lot
Cookin’ up something, just watch
Do you love me? Do you love me, not? Yeah, yeah
Pedal on the rose about rot, yeah, yeah
Been a lot places, seen a lot
Cookin’ up something, just watch
Do you love me? Do you love me, not? Yeah, yeah
Pedal on the rose about rot, yeah, yeah

Written by:
DUNCAN FORBES, CHARLES MAY, LEO LEITE, BARRY DAVID JAMIESON, ALEXANDER COE, CHARLES HUGH MAY

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