Chuck the Show - UC SANTA CRUZ

She’s a sophomore out of UC Santa Cruz
She accusing me of not having an open mind, oh my
She’s a pro at downing 7 shots
Drunk texting her ex a lot
Will she remember me tomorrow I don’t know I’m guessing probably not
This ain’t what I had in mind, no
Lindsey are you alright, oh
I know I don’t get you but we’re not solving this all tonight
I wish I was sober man this seems to happen every time
You’ve got lying eyes, afraid I know it all so well
Is that a fake ID I see? You’re 20 tops not 23
You got a lifetime worth of baggage
That You’re spilling out to me
She’s a sophomore out of UC Santa Cruz
She accusing me of not having an open mind, oh my
She’s a pro at downing 7 shots
Drunk texting her ex a lot
Will she remember me tomorrow I don’t know I’m guessing probably not
This ain’t what I had in mind, no
Lindsey are you alright, oh
I know I don’t get you but we’re not solving this all tonight
I wish I was sober man this seems to happen every time
Back and I’m worse but I'm at it again
Came here alone but she’s leaving with friends
Freak in the corner my stash is so luscious
Mess with my head till I have concussions
This isn’t me I’m in denial
So I put on a crooked smile
Gotta T on but they're checking my pipes
Shots to the face like I’m ready to snipe
Don’t call me daddy I’m not your father
But you should probably mix in a water
Take it from someone who loves to throw up
From liquor and booze about every month
And I know you hate my jokes
No socks you see my toes
I know we’re like 3 years apart but you make me feel so old, damn
When the clock strikes 2 I’m spinning I’ll believe anything somebody says
That seems kinda kiddish but some nights it’s fun just to pretend
And I listened all night
About your place house in Malibu
And how your ex named Kyle he was such a douche
I know I’m not helping, can’t think of shit to say
Why don’t you tell home boy that you’re on the way
She’s a sophomore out of UC Santa Cruz
She accusing me of not having an open mind, oh my
She’s a pro at downing 7 shots
Drunk texting her ex a lot
Will she remember me tomorrow I don’t know I’m guessing probably not
This ain’t what I had in mind, no
Lindsey are you alright, oh
I know I don’t get you but we’re not solving this all tonight
I wish I was sober man this seems to happen every time

Written by:
Charles Supernois

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