Where We Are (исполнитель: e-dubble)

Raise the roof, love the chase 
let it burn with every taste 
sippin' hard until it's easy 
and you're feening for the bass 
light's on cut em' off 
we don't need them [bad word] at all 
we are blind to all their facts 
but we are happy where we are like

we are happy where we are

at the bar in my jeans and a shirt I copped from target 
talkin to some pretty ladies said their blouses from the forest 
i said great--- I don't make clothes, but I could probably make those 
unravel simple stitches when I cut my [bad word] BEAT LOW 
no tops, no ceilings, outside, old buildings 
lookin' like an indie picture that they made for the kids 
but this kid- ain't having it cuz' roofs have advantages 
I really ain't a fan of all this rain in my drink 
SO DUMP IT OUT 
and grab a fresh jawn- then on to the next one 
my [bad word] over I am feeling upper eschelon 
mistakes have been made and my attitude is [bad word] 
but that's not reason enough to have this party turn pity 
so we ohhing til' the sunrise, loose ends untied 
hands stay dumb high, sippin' on that mumbai 
gin and tonics grease the wheels, lemon, lime the rhines are peeled 
we're monsters in the city so [bad word] this town like Cloverfield 

robots can't drink but I know that I can 
even on a double dose of zicam 
ditch that riff raff, 
antibodies, opiates and arms traded 
like my veins were Taipan 
this the part of the night where I black out 
2 sheets to the wind need a snack now 
no sheetz no wawa- only rofo in this town 
stop playing- Jerry Stackhouse 
i got my vices, they got their ices 
and they booby trapped-- all the nice [bad word] 
so take a knee man-- and drink a smirnoff 
it's not my cup of tea-- so I veer off 
I'm on my way now, vision quest style 
headphones and my battery has full power  [bad word] a cab cuz' the music drives me--- 
sober ride time cuz' my mind got high beamed 
the gatorade soothes me, but I'm choosy 
original colors cuz' the others never wooed me 
no problem, I'm on that [bad word] punch 
can't bully me, I never lose lunch 
in other words I rarely vomit 
the frequency is that of the [bad word] 
unless I'm on the mic than it's [bad word] 
ipecac to the stomach like I'm purging Ramen 

then the [bad word] back, and my lungs are full of air again 
recall the night's events, hope I wasn't acting arrogant 
but I probably was I was sippin' on the seraphin 
purchased by some bougeoise broads who thought I was a terrapin  [bad word] I'm a turtle with a hard shell 
stubborn as a used car dealer with his hard sell 
but I ain't buying it, I can still retire this 
put the bottle down, pick it up and get high again
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