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sam lachow - panic at the dive bar lyrics

panic at the dive bar, should have hit the disco
feeling like the only smuck with no pistol
i was born ready to die but not like this
though i think i forgot to kiss both my little brother and mother
i miss home
listen (uh) my hand don’t shake but i’m schvistzin
i heard y’all motherf+ckers serve lobster tail
i guess my invite must’ve got lost in the mail
i’m tryna get this money, triple pound bricks
flip it down slow, let it trickle out quick
i was hitting house keys should’ve cut me a key
uh, daddy got a black sh+ggy puppy to feed
i’m oprah
you get a whip, you get a whip
you get your own car
welcome to my new sh+t, new sh+t, new sh+t, new sh+t, new sh+t, new sh+t
i folded all my favorite flannels hoodies t’s and matching socks
and lined my sneakers up
i’ve been inside, so long, i’m talking to the ghost inside my home
so i don’t feel alone

coming from the blacktop, ask for the doorman
trouble at the stash spot back kicking doors in
packs on the floor lost it all on the horses
i had to end the call, i promise you it’s important
and i’ma need you to flash this work
pack these bags, dump this first, wrap these last
don’t pass go until we come back
’cause i got three phones and at least one’s tapped
and papa’s got a brand new bag of pink pills
for a couple brand new tags with clean bills
caught up in these brand new fads and cheap thrills
whole house taking water, we watching the sink fill
so don’t (don’t, don’t, don’t)
keep knocking
pay the plug first so you reing up a profit
float (float, float)
these boxes, what’s a key to a locksmith?

all on my own, but
i’m never lonesome
never been lonely myself
young guns and grownups
everyone grows up
one day i’ll own up as well
i folded all my favorite flannels hoodies t’s and matching socks
uh, and lined my sneakers up
i’ve been inside, so long, i’m talking to the ghost inside my home
so i don’t feel alone
i folded all my favorite flannels hoodies t’s and matching socks
uh, and lined my sneakers up
i’ve been inside, so long, i’m talking to the ghost inside my home
so i don’t feel alone

all on my own, but
i’m never lonesome
never been lonely myself
young guns and grownups
everyone grows up
one day i’ll own up as well

- sam lachow lyrics

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