[00:00.00] 作词 : Oliver Dickinson/James David/Cass Lowe/Chancelor J. Bennett
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Oliver Dickinson/James David/Cass Lowe/Chancelor J. Bennett
[00:15.00]Ah huh
[00:18.50]We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
[00:24.50]Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
[00:28.50]Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
[00:36.00]Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
[00:40.50]I will not waiver, I will not wait its turn
[00:45.00]It will beat, it will burn, burn, but burn your love into the ground
[00:51.50]With the lips of another
[00:54.50]'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely, sometimes\n
[01:00.50]All my friends are wasted
[01:04.50]And I hate this club
[01:07.50]Man I drink too much
[01:10.00]Another Friday night I wasted
[01:15.00]My eyes are black and red
[01:17.50]I'm crawling back to you babe\n
[01:20.50]I hate the bar
[01:23.50]Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
[01:28.50]We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
[01:31.50]Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's
[01:33.50]Popping the polar opposite to the NZT
[01:36.00]Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand
[01:38.00]But I done seen how the xan did my main man
[01:41.00]The nights we won't remember
[01:42.00]Are the nights we won't remember
[01:43.50]I'll be gone 'till November
[01:44.50]All my city calls me Simba
[01:46.00]Dreams are made for cages, *****
[01:47.50]Lions are for real, *****
[01:49.00]Dying is for real, ****** dying off of pills, *****
[01:51.50]Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery
[01:53.50]I just had to rest in peace the recipe
[01:55.00]The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
[01:58.00]If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying\n
[02:01.50]All my friends are wasted
[02:05.50]And I hate this club
[02:08.00]Man I drink too much
[02:11.00]Another Friday night I wasted
[02:15.50]My eyes are black and red
[02:18.00]I'm crawling back to you babe\n
[02:20.50]Do you get lonely
[02:23.00]Sure I get lonely some nights
[02:26.00]When the angels on my shoulder
[02:28.50]Slump my head
[02:30.00]I'm stuck here with the vultures
[02:33.00]Hissing and circling
[02:36.00]You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me
[02:44.00]Huh
[02:47.50]I'm crawling, crawling, crawling back to you\n
[02:52.00]All my friends are wasted
[02:56.50]And I hate this club
[02:59.00]Man I drink too much
[03:01.50]Another Friday night I wasted
[03:06.00]My eyes are black and red
[03:08.50]I'm crawling back to you babe\n
[03:12.00]All my friends are wasted
[03:16.50]And I hate this club
[03:19.00]Man I drink too much
[03:21.50]Another Friday night I wasted
[03:26.00]My eyes are black and red
[03:29.00]I'm crawling back to you babe

作词 : Oliver Dickinson/James David/Cass Lowe/Chancelor J. Bennett
作曲 : Oliver Dickinson/James David/Cass Lowe/Chancelor J. Bennett
Ah huh
We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only
Only human in the heaving heat of the animals
Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I
I will not waiver, I will not wait its turn
It will beat, it will burn, burn, but burn your love into the ground
With the lips of another
'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely, sometimes\n
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe\n
I hate the bar
Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car
We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr
Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's
Popping the polar opposite to the NZT
Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand
But I done seen how the xan did my main man
The nights we won't remember
Are the nights we won't remember
I'll be gone 'till November
All my city calls me Simba
Dreams are made for cages, *****
Lions are for real, *****
Dying is for real, ****** dying off of pills, *****
Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery
I just had to rest in peace the recipe
The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan
If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying\n
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe\n
Do you get lonely
Sure I get lonely some nights
When the angels on my shoulder
Slump my head
I'm stuck here with the vultures
Hissing and circling
You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me
Huh
I'm crawling, crawling, crawling back to you\n
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe\n
All my friends are wasted
And I hate this club
Man I drink too much
Another Friday night I wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to you babe