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seph cury - buzzed lyrics

[verse 1]
i just hit the liquor store, downed a buzz ball
i was out cold, lying on the bathroom floor
david copped the drink mix, new addictions
it was always slim pickin’s at it’s core
abundance ain’t a weapon against the poor
tell the coach, “tally_ho”, and then we up the score
tell the captain he should stay away from parties
crushin’, smokin’ smarties is actually cooler than the real thing
hopin’ somehow these choices will grant me some leeway
i’m not late, so why i’m doin’ 90 on the freeway?
these days, i’m losin’ grip on bonds i used to keep safe
old homies leave, none new act as replacement
i’m stuck in the bas_m_nt, my head in the clouds
wave to earth but i’m scared to come down
home base over yonder, i’m frozen on mounds
i ain’t strike but i’m out, yeah

[verse 2]
i’m a little bit obsessed
rewired my brain, did a hard reset
i guess it’s for the best
too close to my problems, gotta zoom out, lemme see the rest
comparin’ just to know i’m blessed
bearin’ pressure lest i fail the test
ain’t no rest for the wicked and i can’t seem to sleep
it’s ironic ‘cause i’m really committed to chasin’ dreams
what you know about it?
sh_t, i’m just blowin’ off some steam
she told me i should go to therapy, really, i must agree
it’s never likely that i go though
rather make some beats and hope it blow without a promo
cowboys out west like romo
say it out my chest, all me, solo
make you watch my wins, wind it back in slo_mo
went from art to business, hip hop like soho
[chorus]
what a mess, what a mess
one unlucky night could prolly put me into debt
what a mess, what a mess
album just came out, i’m already worried ‘bout the next, hey
what a mess, what a mess
i’m doin’ what i said i would, who would’ve guessed?
what a mess, what a mess
what a mess

[verse 3]
(well, i) think i’m owed kudos
lockin’ in joints, i submit ‘em like judo
none of this is new though
demons big as h_ll, in the ring, wrestlin’ with sumos
i’m just a yankee_doodle
don’t know sh_t beyond my country, but i use google (hey google)
what’s the point in owning few, i want the whole caboodle
they slanderin’ my heroes (yeah), daily bugle
that’s just how the world turn
turn front_runner once, comin’ for the third turn
burn anything that don’t serve ‘em, call ‘em burdens
i’m certain they would rather cause a murder than give up an ounce of power
(eugh) that’s sour
neighbors complain about the noise, now it’s louder (congrats)
salutations, i’m a flower
my mind like the 91 during rush hour (oh, come on, move it!)
[chorus]
what a mess, what a mess
one unlucky night could prolly put me into debt
what a mess, what a mess
album just came out, i’m already worried ‘bout the next, hey
what a mess, what a mess
i’m doin’ what i said i would, who would’ve guessed?
what a mess, what a mess
what a mess

- seph cury

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