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Every day
[Verse 1: Taco Hemingway]
Ya'll like to argue with the Holy Ghost
Dude is lying here like a corpse, he got tired from the joint
God is calling, you mute him so he doesn't bother you
Your diet, all shitty vodka and supplements
"You guys coming around? Ooh, nice, get some cigs!"
A burn in hand, take a puff, now you're smiling
You say it's simply your nature, a brain this cursed
You'll have nasty lungs, but an exquisite grave
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Young Leosia]
You tell your girl every day
You say, "Baby, it's not up to me"
No, no, no, no
Keep it one hundred, bro pours a big shot
Pour, pour, pour, pour
May the inventor of vodka burn in hell
That's exactly where your place is
[Verse 2; Taco Hemingway, Dawid Podsiadło]
Antioxidants all week long
Then you put on drinking, coke and joints
And it started modestly with that Italian Chianti
Nothing comes for free, it's at the cost of melancholy
(Which) which which will come on Sunday
You say halt, you'll slow down from now on
But summer comes, with summer the wedding
And with it the home-brew, which you think about in church
Ya'll like to argue with the Holy Ghost
Dude is lying here like a corpse, he got tired from the joint
God is calling, I mute...
[Chorus: Taco Hemingway, Young Leosia]
You tell your girl every day
You say, "Baby, it's not up to me"
No, no, no, no
Keep it one hundred, bro pours a big shot
Pour, pour, pour, pour
May the inventor of vodka burn in hell
That's exactly where your place is
You tell your girl every day
You say, "Baby, it's not up to me"
No, no, no, no
Keep it one hundred, bro pours a big shot
Pour, pour, pour, pour
May the inventor of vodka burn in hell
That's exactly where your place is
eidos
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