7/11 (from "The Hating Game" soundtrack)

(Eins, zwei, drei, vier)

Chain smoking on my fifteenth cigarette
Glass clouding and my brain can't get a rest
Bout to take another shot straight to the head
I'm hanging off the edge I'm really feeling it
Who let my mind go on the loose

I'm getting looks from every airhead in the room
I swear I feel as though they're watching my every move
I'm walking on the moon and that's a fucking mood

Can't find my feet what is gravity, gravity
In way too deep ain't no catching me, catching me
Too high and halfway to heaven, outside a seven eleven
Can't find my feet there's no catching me, catching me

I'm rolling yeah I'm rolling like a rink, skating
Thank you but I can't take one more drink, faded
Ask someone to push me to the brink, crazy
They want a piece of this but they ain't getting it

I gotta thank god for the weekend
I ain't going nowhere tomorrow I can sleep in
Gonna get too gone for no reason
I'm gonna regret this in the morning

Can't find my feet what is gravity, gravity
In way too deep ain't no catching me, catching me
Too high and halfway to heaven outside of seven eleven
Can't find my feet there's no catching me, catching me

I just walked out of the party
Where the fuck are my friends?
I feel like I just saw them
I've got way too much to kill tonight
I'm getting fucking dizzy
Fuck I just want to get a fucking slurpy
Ahh...

Can't find my feet what is gravity, gravity
In way too deep ain't no catching me, catching me
Too high and halfway to heaven outside of seven eleven
Can't find my feet there's no catching me, catching me

(Eins, zwei, drei, vier)