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Hit the floor drink some more Hope that you don't throw up Life's a bore do your chores I can't wait to grow up He's a whore, she's a whore Well, kinda sorta I don't know anymore It's what I'm falling short of Hit the floor drink some more Hope that you don't throw up Life's a bore do your chores I can't wait to grow up He's a whore, she's a whore Well, kinda sorta I don't know anymore It's what I'm falling short of What I'm falling short of, faded kinda sorta Whiskey on my breath and Paramore on the Pandora I can never think straight hit with paranoia Open Photoshop I'm color correcting my aura Set up on the East Coast, mind in California I got lots of issues, yeah, I prolly should've warned ya I don't ever sleep, I just stay up watching Dora I am such a fungi like plasmodiophora They said that I could be anything that I want So I became all that I hated just so I could get stuck Inside my head and I've been pacing thinking just way too much But I comply don't even try too busy gettin' fucked up All together now Hit the floor drink some more Hope that you don't throw up Life's a bore do your chores I can't wait to grow up He's a whore, she's a whore Well, kinda sorta I don't know anymore It's what I'm falling short of Hit the floor drink some more Hope that you don't throw up Life's a bore do your chores I can't wait to grow up He's a whore, she's a whore Well, kinda sorta I don't know anymore It's what I'm falling short of Hit the floor, drink some more Life's a bore, do your chores What I'm falling short of (hit the floor, drink some more) Yeah, yeah It's what I'm falling short of (life's a bore, do your chores) What I'm falling short of