Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

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

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

I daren't say what my manager got lairy and smacked me, these are getting unbearably nasty.
at the crackwork looking scary with my brandy, the rock and roll clich walks in and then
me.
Carelessly out prang just to handle the fear, I do a line 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 off I just feel a bit sad.
more tour support and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is madly banging.
The only I started this was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started this was to
still be laughing.

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

The in my bed was kinda distant right now, I know she's 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 sorts of thoughts back in my eyes,
been a poor sport thoughts dance in my mind,
A banging headache, dancing prang by side,
Dancing with the pictures the past of my life,
I remember any of what I just thought at all,
The prior to when I forgot it all,
Panicking a bit, getting of fuck all,
So my bruise I drink right from the bottle,
I don't want I know to see me like this,
My fibs in single became in lists,
She's gonna no doubt,
Fuck it I'm not gonna stop drinking though, I for now.

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

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

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

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