7/11 - bülow

Chain smoking on my fifteenth cigarette

Glass clouding and my brain can’t get a rest

Bout to take another shot straight to the head

I’m hanging off the edge I’m really feeling it

Who let my mind go on the loose

I’m getting looks from every airhead in the room

I swear I feel as though they’re watching my every move

I’m walking on the moon and that’s a fucking mood

Can’t find my feet what is gravity, gravity

In way too deep ain’t no catching me, catching me

Too high and halfway to heaven, outside a seven eleven

Can’t find my feet there’s no catching me, catching me

I’m rolling yeah I’m rolling like a rink, skating

Thank you but I can’t take one more drink, faded

Ask someone to push me to the brink, crazy

They want a piece of this but they ain’t getting it

I gotta thank god for the weekend

I ain’t goin' nowhere tomorrow I can sleep in

Gonna get too gone for no reason

I’m gonna regret this in the morning

Can’t find my feet what is gravity, gravity

In way too deep ain’t no catching me, catching me

Too high and halfway to heaven outside of seven eleven

Can’t find my feet there’s no catching me, catching me

I just walked out of the party

Where the fuck are my friends?

I feel like I just saw them

I’ve got way too much to kill tonight

I’m getting fucking dizzy

Fuck I just want to get a fucking slurpy

Ahh…

Can’t find my feet what is gravity, gravity

In way too deep ain’t no catching me, catching me

Too high and halfway to heaven outside of seven eleven

Can’t find my feet there’s no catching me, catching me

(Eins, zwei, drei, vier)