Luyện nghe bài hát Pranging Out

I get back from tour and 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)
voice is talking to me,
This aint even funny (The irons been on in my house has been in for 4 weeks)
I see you,
I'm about to do stupid

I say what my manager got lairy and smacked me, these headaches are getting unbearably nasty.
Staring at the crackwork looking scary my brandy, the rock 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 off I just feel a bit sad.
Snort more tour and then have a drink, the bruise on the side of my head is madly banging.
The only reason I started this was to still be here laughing, the only reason I started was to
still be laughing.

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

The girl in my bed was kinda distant right now, I know she's thinking she's a bit somehow,
I don't think she realised I'd invited her back to my house.
I don't want to see me like this right now,
All sorts of thoughts rolling in my eyes,
I've been a poor sport dance in my mind,
A banging headache, dancing prang by side,
Dancing with the from the past of my life,
I don't remember any of what I just at all,
The conclusion to when I forgot it all,
a bit, getting frightened 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 became lies 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 is talking 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,
Around the time I was sketching to con some sleep,
And the new day on me was nearly in here,
I must have flaked while I inputted, waging more.
Cos I on bookings, way to tow the score.
Why do I break my rules not to anymore?
I'd flaked on the and majorly totalled on the score,
I've got a simple problem, but my minds out,
I remembered the website between the 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 off when my promo guy phones me,
The day getting nasty with my manager when he only bit me,
I threw his out of the window as it was growing heated,
He 'Sort your life out' as he punched me over to my feet.

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

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