’yeah, I really, um, I really, I really wanted to kind of like, to capture some kind of like moment, but maybe it’s better if I’m sober...’
Wake up in the morning, I look at my clock
It’s way past noontime, I’m late for work.
Tell me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me it must be that I’ve been smoking
Too long
Go to fix me some breakfast, I ain’t got no food
Take me a shower, the water don’t feel no good.
Tell me what have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me must be that I’ve been smoking
Too long
I got opium in my chimney, no other life to choose
Nightmares made of hash dreams, the devil in my shoes.
What have I done wrong?
Yeah nothing can go right with me it must be that I’ve been smoking
Too long
When I’m smoking, smoking, put my worries on a shelf
Try not to think about nothing, don’t wanna see myself
What have I done wrong?
And nothing can go right with me it must be that I’ve been smoking
Too long
In this blues I’m singing, there’s a lesson to be learned
You go round smoking, you’re gonna get burned
Fuck me what have I done wrong?
Nothing can go right with me must be that I’ve been smoking
Too long
Too long. |
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