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woke up to that familiar feeling
staring at an unfamiliar ceiling
still got yo jeans on but yo topless
headache and your stomach feels nauseas
grab your shirt off the bedroom floor
try to recollect the night before
how'd you get from the bar to this mattress
and when you got here, then what happened?
and wheres the who that lives here
in this house, wanna figure out how'd you get here
but the thought got cut by nature
find the bathroom, gut got anger,
here it comes cant avoid it
aint first time throwin up in a strange toilet
anyone else would leave
but you, you crawl back to the bed and fell back asleep

x2
all we need is weed cus
come and party with us,
take care of you when youre assed out
right there with you in your glass house

woke up all alone with no friends
bet you had to throw up again
choke up the tears and the spit
grab some tissue to wipe off your lips
and everything still spins
and then the chills begin
and the 'god please kill me right now' hits
and you still dont know whose house this is
in between left over dry heaves,
youre tryin to check out your time piece
and you should call your job
but first gotta turn this hangover off
you dream that its just a dream
until the phone in your pocket starts to scream
shut it down, dont want to hear a sound
heavy is the head that wears that crown

x2
now all we need is weed cus
come and party with us,
take care of you when youre passed out
right there with you in your glass house

hangover aint a strong enough word
it dont describe what just occurred
lookin at a phone full of missed calls
probably all the people that you pissed off
everything seems so sour
so you force yourself into the shower
standing up brings out the stars
and the whole bathrooms smells just like a dive bar
cant do it, better sit
and let the tub be the catchers mit
lay down, face down
thank god whoever lives here aint around
now what you need is silence
and you dont want no one to see you like this
maybe you dont recognize it
but this is where your life lives



x2
now all we need is weed cus
come and party with us,
take care of you when youre passed out
right there with you in your glass house
woke up to that familiar feeling   staring at an unfamiliar ceiling   still got yo jeans on but yo topless   headache and your stomach feels nauseas   grab your shirt off the bedroom floor   try to recollect the night before   how'd you get from the bar to this mattress   and when you got here, then what happened?   and wheres the who that lives here   in this house, wanna figure out how'd you get here   but the thought got cut by nature    find the bathroom, gut got anger,    here it comes cant avoid it   aint first time throwin up in a strange toilet   anyone else would leave   but you, you crawl back to the bed and fell back asleep      x2   all we need is weed cus   come and party with us,    take care of you when youre assed out   right there with you in your glass house      woke up all alone with no friends   bet you had to throw up again   choke up the tears and the spit   grab some tissue to wipe off your lips   and everything still spins    and then the chills begin   and the 'god please kill me right now' hits   and you still dont know whose house this is   in between left over dry heaves,   youre tryin to check out your time piece   and you should call your job   but first gotta turn this hangover off   you dream that its just a dream   until the phone in your pocket starts to scream   shut it down, dont want to hear a sound   heavy is the head that wears that crown      x2   now all we need is weed cus   come and party with us,    take care of you when youre passed out   right there with you in your glass house      hangover aint a strong enough word   it dont describe what just occurred   lookin at a phone full of missed calls   probably all the people that you pissed off   everything seems so sour   so you force yourself into the shower   standing up brings out the stars   and the whole bathrooms smells just like a dive bar   cant do it, better sit   and let the tub be the catchers mit   lay down, face down   thank god whoever lives here aint around   now what you need is silence   and you dont want no one to see you like this   maybe you dont recognize it   but this is where your life lives            x2   now all we need is weed cus   come and party with us,    take care of you when youre passed out   right there with you in your glass house