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fitzy mess – birthday message ’15 كلمات اغاني

birthday message ’15 lyrics
[verse]
i remember days of cruising down holcomb to the seven day
to get myself a bottle ‘cause i never learned a better way
to deal with long stressful days, standing in formation
getting told that if i misbehave i’m getting the eleventh page
f_ck it man, we’re throwing bashes at the bricks
and if it’s halfway through the month, we all act as if we’re rich
buy a handle f_ck a fifth, hitting gus’ for the nickel draft, kick it, laugh
and brag about all the nasty chicks we smashed
but now its morning and the fun’s over
can’t remember sh_t and i’m running while i’m hung over
to tell the truth it’s fun as h_ll for me
puking up this booze while my platoon sergeant yells at me
i miss you motherf_ckers, man, every single one of you
even if we didn’t get along, i got love for you
we all got our demons and i know it gets uncomfortable
but there is not a vet i’d hesitate to give my number to
we’ve all seen our share of sh_t before
i was nineteen in the middle of a civil war
in the middle east, in a country full of misinformed extremists
who all thought we were some heathens, an invasion force
but i was so filled up with hate, i couldn’t wait
to send those people to the virgins they were praying for
i don’t wanna come off like no bad_ass
‘cause i spent more time sitting bored than shooting guns or kicking doors
still you’re stuck with that mind f_ck
that any moment, anytime, could really mean your time’s up
and that’s a thought that ends up sticking with you
only people understand’s your bros that f_cking did it with you
that’s why i kick it with you
sitting reminiscing while we’re sipping on this fifth
to help us both to k!ll our mental issues
but that don’t work and we all know
but we still stumble into heroes and we low crawl home
heading back to the bricks, let’s start a fight with 1/6
while the rest of your clique is yelling: “no b_lls bro”
you know how the night go, it starts low key
but then we’re f_cking with the boots ‘cause we’re drunk 03’s (dumb_asses)
yeah, the baddest in the valley
a savage group of chronic m_st_rbating tatted alkies
so this is for my boots that field day the chinese way
and all my 31’s slapping rounds on the feed tray
to all my mortar_men, making it rain
and to all my 51’s who carried smaw’s on the range
here’s to the memories, the cracks and the wizzes
to all my snipers who can smack it from a distance
here’s to my 11’s writing orders in a tent
while it rains and you’re praying for that menu number ten
here’s to all the pogs that had to hump it with the grunts
who all got made fun of but still nutted the f_ck up
and this is for my docs serving in the war today
a sunday morning at the barracks giving out that corpsman aid
dakota meyer, kyle carpenter, all those great men
all the kids at ipac for f_cking up my paychecks
i’m just kidding man, i hope you all’ll hear of me
in a perfect world i wish you all could have a beer with me
[outro]
happy birthday, d_ckheads

- fitzy mess

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