Record Year Lyrics - You've Got Red On You

Record Year - You've Got Red On You

Trash once
Trash forever
Oh!
Die alone
Fine, I'm sure you know
I know
That you know
Things will never ever be better
Start a clean letter
Baby, wipe your nose and just
Be better
Remember when you used to see me for free?
What a treat!
Long lines just to hear what I preach
I'm still me
And that's a problem
You've got em!
We got em!
Feels good at the bottom
Breathe in
And let it swallow you whole!

Only callin' when you're flyin' so
High!
Thinkin' that's alright
Drinkin' til' left, rights
Now you get to see
What you made of me
Honey
A little louder for the back now!

Old wounds
Busted open again
Here's the thing
About the broken
That it's always the end
What a trend!
Cryin' in the shower
(It's a weekday!)
Drugs for lunch and dinner
(That's just peak me!)
Nobody, nobody
Gets a free say!
"Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe
Wake up and just forget how I've been
Think again!
What I spend?
Hey, what's wrong?
What the receipts say?

Only callin' when you're flyin' so
High!
Thinkin' that's alright
Drinkin' til' left, rights
Now you get to see
What you made of me
Honey
A little louder for the back now!

Callin' all my problems from my new phone
Take two and sing your sorrow with a new tone
I'm so addicted to the way I feel when I am the scene
So, Tell me!
Tell me!
Tell me!
Tell me!
Tell me!
Tell me!
Tell me!

"Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe
"Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe
"Mr. End-Of-Your-Good-Time" is here to feast, babe

Written by:
Brian Gonzalez

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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