Your friends are staying in tonight, domesticating
They're all playing games for which you don't have the patience
So you dress up to go to your favorite bar alone
Sip a sazerac, while you're staring at your phone
You drive around at night, smoking dirty white girl
Nothing left to say, at odds with the world
You try to get a glimpse of the bigger picture
You look it for it in scripture
Your friends are going out tonight, they're celebrating
Someone's pregnant again, you think it's kind of overrated
So you stay home alone, lay on the couch, turn off the phone
No one's coming around, no one's throwing you a bone
Your Man - Smoke and Rearview Mirrors 2019 Lyrics
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Your friends are staying in tonight, domesticating
They're all playing games for which you don't have the patience
So you dress up to go to your favorite bar alone
Sip a sazerac, while you're staring at your phone
You drive around at night, smoking dirty white girl
Nothing left to say, at odds with the world
You try to get a glimpse of the bigger picture
You look it for it in scripture
Your friends are going out tonight, they're celebrating
Someone's pregnant again, you think it's kind of overrated
So you stay home alone, lay on the couch, turn off the phone
No one's coming around, no one's throwing you a bone
They're all playing games for which you don't have the patience
So you dress up to go to your favorite bar alone
Sip a sazerac, while you're staring at your phone
You drive around at night, smoking dirty white girl
Nothing left to say, at odds with the world
You try to get a glimpse of the bigger picture
You look it for it in scripture
Your friends are going out tonight, they're celebrating
Someone's pregnant again, you think it's kind of overrated
So you stay home alone, lay on the couch, turn off the phone
No one's coming around, no one's throwing you a bone
Writer: Eli Bacik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid