Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Glasses been broken, cliché lines spoken
To the girl that's so hot, out of my league
So what, my bars are so dope
Mic drop, she might be into it
Plus she's smokin' hot
Justifying the risk of rejection
On the second thought, gum would be perfection
If she doesn't get the reference
She's too young, move on
No, seriously, move on
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Waking up on the third day so hard
Bank just called, they blocked all of my cards
Cause yesterday, bought drinks for the whole bar
Walk of shame at 8am, the whole nine yards
Two hours of sleep, then the beer tour
Two lights from my bud, man, that's what are friends for
Sending my body to an inside of a lobby
Just outside of the borders of the realm of the hardcore
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
3am at a club and I'm dressed as a beer
No for reals, full body costume and no fear
Cause there are three girls screamin' my name
The club is going insane, I guess I take the blame
For all the people jumping up and down on my command
The travesties assigned to me this week, I'm taking a stand
Authenticity is underrated quality
In times of insta-fakery, you don't believe me
Just continue to be bland
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
And shit, I did
Man, what am I doing with my life
I think I need some help
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Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Glasses been broken, cliché lines spoken
To the girl that's so hot, out of my league
So what, my bars are so dope
Mic drop, she might be into it
Plus she's smokin' hot
Justifying the risk of rejection
On the second thought, gum would be perfection
If she doesn't get the reference
She's too young, move on
No, seriously, move on
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Waking up on the third day so hard
Bank just called, they blocked all of my cards
Cause yesterday, bought drinks for the whole bar
Walk of shame at 8am, the whole nine yards
Two hours of sleep, then the beer tour
Two lights from my bud, man, that's what are friends for
Sending my body to an inside of a lobby
Just outside of the borders of the realm of the hardcore
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
3am at a club and I'm dressed as a beer
No for reals, full body costume and no fear
Cause there are three girls screamin' my name
The club is going insane, I guess I take the blame
For all the people jumping up and down on my command
The travesties assigned to me this week, I'm taking a stand
Authenticity is underrated quality
In times of insta-fakery, you don't believe me
Just continue to be bland
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
And shit, I did
Man, what am I doing with my life
I think I need some help
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Glasses been broken, cliché lines spoken
To the girl that's so hot, out of my league
So what, my bars are so dope
Mic drop, she might be into it
Plus she's smokin' hot
Justifying the risk of rejection
On the second thought, gum would be perfection
If she doesn't get the reference
She's too young, move on
No, seriously, move on
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
Waking up on the third day so hard
Bank just called, they blocked all of my cards
Cause yesterday, bought drinks for the whole bar
Walk of shame at 8am, the whole nine yards
Two hours of sleep, then the beer tour
Two lights from my bud, man, that's what are friends for
Sending my body to an inside of a lobby
Just outside of the borders of the realm of the hardcore
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
3am at a club and I'm dressed as a beer
No for reals, full body costume and no fear
Cause there are three girls screamin' my name
The club is going insane, I guess I take the blame
For all the people jumping up and down on my command
The travesties assigned to me this week, I'm taking a stand
Authenticity is underrated quality
In times of insta-fakery, you don't believe me
Just continue to be bland
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit, yeah
Three days, three nights, five bottles of gin
Two girls, four clubs, the weekends wearin' me thin
Can't remember bout a half of it
But babe, I got a bad feeling, might've done some shit
And shit, I did
Man, what am I doing with my life
I think I need some help
Writer: Martin Janson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid