Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

I get back tour and suddenly it doesn't seem like much fun to be off my face at quarter to 11am

You're out,
I see you (I feel awful)
This is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The been on in my house has been in for 4 fucking weeks)
I see you,
I'm to do something stupid

I daren't say what my manager got lairy and smacked me, headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the and roll clich walks in and then
me.
Carelessly wreckin' out prang just to handle the fear, I do a but then panic cos I feel a bit
prangy.
So I glug marlon from the bottle to ease off the pain, then when it starts wearing off I just a bit sad.
Snort more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my is madly banging.
The only reason I started was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started this was to
still be laughing.

You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
aint even funny
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid.

The girl in my bed was kinda distant right now, I know thinking she's a bit frightened somehow,
I think she realised what I'd invited her back to my house.
I don't want anyone to see me like right now,
All of thoughts rolling back in my eyes,
I've been a poor sport dance in my mind,
A banging headache, dancing prang by side,
Dancing the pictures from the past of my life,
I don't remember any of what I just at all,
The conclusion prior to I forgot it all,
a bit, getting frightened of fuck all,
So nursing my bruise I drink right the bottle,
I don't want anyone I to see me like this,
My fibs in became lies in lists,
She's sell/tell no doubt,
Fuck it I'm not gonna drinking though, I cant for now.

You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
This aint funny.
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

My laptop must have slipped down and to sleep,
the prang this pain was to dawn on me,
Around the time I was sketching trying to con sleep,
And the new day on me was nearly in here,
I must have flaked I inputted, waging loads more.
Cos I on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I break my not to wager anymore?
I'd flaked on the and majorly totalled on the score,
I've got a simple problem, but my minds out,
I the website between the wine and the stout,
My rush of fear made me how fucked I had been,
This time I'm my eyes and a fucking nose bleed,
Turning my phone off when my promo guy me,
The day before getting with my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his wallet out of the as it was growing heated,
He said 'Sort your out' as he punched me over to my feet.

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You're out,
I see you,
This is talking to me,
This even funny
I see you you,
I'm to do something stupid.

now logic states I need to be not contemplating suicide,
Cos with rational thought it would seem that I need to be not doing the stuff makes death seem like
an option,
I need a totally trojan plan now.