Bro (Album Mix) Lyrics

We get fucked up

To cope with this stuff

We get fucked up

Like a ritual

We get fucked up

To cope with this stuff

We get fucked up

Like a ritual

Ohhhhh

Drink in my cup

And I can't get enough

The room's spinning

I'm stuck

Bro I can't get up

Thoughts in my head

Make me wish I was dead

But they fading away

When we're fading away

I am faded okay

I can not feel my brain

It's gone from the decay

Drop it in the ash tray

Put my thought in the rap

I am open, no cap

Shit, I feel like crap

I think this was a trap

I'll open up to you

When I've had a drink

Or two

Or four

I'm on the floor

I'm throwing up some more

So close the fucking door

And get on the dance floor

Ay, ay

We get fucked up

To cope with this stuff

We get fucked up

Like a ritual

We get fucked up

To cope with this stuff

We get fucked up

Like a ritual

We get fucked up

To cope with this stuff

We get fucked up

Like a ritual