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don't worry
by Ion
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Have you ever slipped down the stairs
And met death at the brink
Just to stand up
Carrying an un-spilled drink?
I have
I even got the scar to prove it
Don't worry
That's just a Tuesday
A little bud, a little drink
A little courage and the keys
To the side by side
Forty five through the trees
Pick a good place to stop
We should stare at the universe
And drunk dial the cops
Loose grip on our sense of self preservation
Hundred dollar zips from the reservation
Box full of drinks and lack of pavement
Hit the gas, no hesitation
Not a soul for miles
Just a bunch of coyotes
And an army of moths
Swear to God
They're the size of a fucking child
We'll be back in like, a while
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us
You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist
Big blunts, deep cuts
Gravel roads full of ruts
Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Bet
Who's driving first?
Who's hanging out the side
So they can high five the pines 'til it hurts?
The tank's full
We're pretty fuckin tanked, too
No one to complain
And nobody to complain to
The menace of the park
Two stoners after dark
Getting sauced
On a souped up golf cart
Getting reckless
Yelling dumb shit to the darkness
Like, motherfucker come and stop us!
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us
You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist
Big blunts, deep cuts
Gravel roads full of ruts
Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Bet
Have you ever slipped down the stairs
And met death at the brink
Just to stand up
Carrying an un-spilled drink?
I have
I even got the scar to prove it
Don't worry
That's just a Tuesday
A little bud, a little drink
A little courage and the keys
To the side by side
Forty five through the trees
Pick a good place to stop
We should stare at the universe
And drunk dial the cops
Loose grip on our sense of self preservation
Hundred dollar zips from the reservation
Box full of drinks and lack of pavement
Hit the gas, no hesitation
Not a soul for miles
Just a bunch of coyotes
And an army of moths
Swear to God
They're the size of a fucking child
We'll be back in like, a while
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us
You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist
Big blunts, deep cuts
Gravel roads full of ruts
Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Bet
Who's driving first?
Who's hanging out the side
So they can high five the pines 'til it hurts?
The tank's full
We're pretty fuckin tanked, too
No one to complain
And nobody to complain to
The menace of the park
Two stoners after dark
Getting sauced
On a souped up golf cart
Getting reckless
Yelling dumb shit to the darkness
Like, motherfucker come and stop us!
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Big curves, mean swerve, if you saw us
You would think that we had landed on our very own hitlist
Big blunts, deep cuts
Gravel roads full of ruts
Getting lost kicking rocks into the thicket
If anybody calls we'll be balls to the wall
Making bad decisions without a witness
Bet
