Compositor: Bruno Vannuchi
I'm drunk with a bong
Blowing smoke writing a song
Triping in how long
You left me alone
It's fine!
Just truths, never lies
Is what make good rhymes
Maybe inspired on dates
On the backseats
Old times!
I can't believe I cry
When I get too high
Cause you are in my thoughts
In my hate and heart
And starts to carve
Leaving your mark
Turning into a scar
To remind me who you are
Back to the road with a broken heart
I'm gonna solve it with my old guitar
Finding the notes
Filling with chords
Puting down in words what's worth and trashing what's not
Let's get low not slow
I don't need another hoe
Where tha fuck you go?
Fuck you bitch
I don't need this kind of shit!
Hey you gold digger
Stop knocking on my shell
Go fuck yourself in the depths of hell
But is hard when someone puts you
In stand by
And you miss
The kiss
Grows the fear
Of hear
Goodbye!
Back to the road with a broken heart
I'm gonna solve it with my old guitar
Finding the notes
Filling with chords
Puting down in words what's worth and trashing what's not
Ok so
Let's dance
Let's get intense
I don't mean no romance
But I won't get down on my knees
I'm as free as you bitch
You can leave me alone with my weed
Cause I don't want to be mean
I'm better than the best-seller, you know I'm clever
I'm stellar and you know
Now is better than never
Back to the road with a broken heart
I'm gonna solve it with my old guitar
Finding the notes
Filling with chords
Puting down in words what's worth and trashing what's not