Feeling Whitney

And I've been looking for someone to put up with my bullshit
 I can't even leave my bedroom so I keep on pouring
 I ain't seen the light of day since, well, that's not important
 It's been long
 And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip the Houston
 Cars and clothes, thought I was winning, you knew I was losing
 You told me to wake up but my clock always stays on snooze
 And I'm done
 To each their own and find peace in knowing
 Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
 Show no emotion, against your coding
 Just act as hard as you can
 You don't need a friend
 Boy, you're the man
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 And I've been looking for someone that I can buy my drugs from
 Seems like every plug ran east to Utah, became Mormons
 Drought comes around, feels like I have no one I can depend on sober, oh
 I had 80 beers on Tuesday night, I had nothing to do then
 I put on a little Dwight and sang a happy tune, and
 Lit a cigarette, stepped out the door, had an appearance
 Drank more
 To each their own and find peace in knowing
 Ain't always broken, but here's to hoping
 Show no emotion, against your coding
 Just act as hard as you can
 You don't need a friend
 Boy, you're the man
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 That was cool