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Steven Lee Olsen

Future Me

 

Future Me

(álbum: Timing is Everything - 2018)


Sorry to future me
I'm going out tonight
I'm gonna get drunk as drunk
Gonna get really high
A hundred stamps on my hand I don't recall
Straight up, double down, bouncing off the walls
Sorry to future me
The second you wake up
You're gonna hate me
You're still gonna be drunk
You won't remember where you were or what you've done
But trust me we had a lot of fun and

Oh
We were talking to models
Popping bottles like we were Jay-Z
Oh
Have to apologize ahead of time
About to get crazy
Sorry about that tattoo
Sorry about your phone
Sorry that you don't know how you got home
Sorry that you passed out on the porch, lost your keys
Sorry to future me

Hey hey, hey hey
So sorry to future me
Hey hey, hey hey

Sorry to future me
You're gonna hear about
When the liquor kicked in
And how you got kicked out
You know the things you think are funny at the time
Well they ain't so funny when you see them online

Oh
We were talking to models
Popping bottles like we were Jay-Z
Oh
Have to apologize ahead of time
About to get crazy
Sorry about that tattoo
Sorry about your phone
Sorry that you don't know how you got home
Sorry that you passed out on the porch, lost your keys
Sorry to future me

Hey hey, hey hey
So sorry to future me
Hey hey, hey hey

Gonna have the mystery bruises
Don't know whose them shoes is
Kind of morning, what the hell did I do?
No Tylenol, no caffeine
Won't help at all with that migraine
So sorry had to do this to you

Oh
We were talking to models
Popping bottles like we were Jay-Z
Oh
Have to apologize ahead of time
About to get crazy
Sorry about that tattoo
Sorry about your phone
Sorry that you don't know how you got home
Sorry that you passed out on the porch, lost your keys
Sorry to future me

Hey hey, hey hey
So sorry to future me
Hey hey, hey hey
So sorry to future me
Hey hey, hey hey
Hey hey, hey hey

feito

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