Same Old Song (Acoustic)

Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent? Would you let me crash in your basement? I don't wanna-, damn, yo One more time Hey, Mama, would you pay my rent? Would you let me crash in your basement? 'Cause anyone of us could make it big Or could end up dead on the pavement And if I was to die If the plane went down and you survived Aw, don't you bat an eye Bite my flesh to keep yourself alive Ever wondered what your parents meant When they told you Grandma's in Heaven? I don't feel it like I did back then In a black sedan of depression And everyone's alright I could not afford to see the light I watch them on the screen Drowning in the dopamine And I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone The party has been done for hours I'm laying on the bathroom tiles And spilling all my guts below the throne Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song In the La Brea, where the top is black Like a starving mouth for the innocent You said the boulevard was not that bad In a jacked-up van with the instruments In the broad daylight They popped the trunk and left the keys behind Oh, the cops begin to care, pretend to care I'll never see my mom's guitar again I don't know what's wrong with me I killed the mood so naturally The guests begin to make me feel alone I'm laying on the bathroom tiles The party has been done for hours And spilling all my guts below the throne, oh Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song Same old song We sing the same old song We sing the same old Same sad song