Fortunate Ones – Vomit On My New Shoes Lyrics

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[Verse 1: Genetics]
Her Life she treats as if it is a shooting range
The alcohol she uses as a silencer
A night to kill the sadness but she loves the pain
For chances high assassins will go to lie her

The blood is green and yellow mixed with bits of brown
On her shirt
Rewind it back

The sky is Vader
Feeble minds are holding bottles
Motherfuckers got to wonder which one is about to crack

Brain Cells weaken
Fuck whoever isn't speaking
Hide behind the masks of the cheers
But it's a trick to think your treating

She had a 40 and a Gram singing OVO
The sun is peeking through the clouds
The moon is overthrown

But she's a queen where's her king?
She's bleeding from her mouth and lost her reign


[Hook]
Let’s Go Out
Throw the dough out
Pour the moe out
And get Amnesia
Forget the troubles bruh
Order double bruh
Till I see double bruh
Man I don’t need ya

What that Life
What that Life
What that Life
What’s that Life that you’ve been talking bout?


[Bridge]
To the city we slide and cruise like Penélope
Screaming fuck your life to people with some jealousy
To the city we slide and cruise like Penélope
Screaming fuck your life to people with some jealousy


[Verse 2: Serge]
Fingertips wrapped heavily around her scalp
Frederic Fekkai would die seeing his work in her mouth
Her blonde streaks are now drenched in humidity
Echoes of her girl screaming please just breathe

Infatuation of Mickey Mouse
At an early age, she was playing house
The irony of meeting Minnie, Mickey as she was going out
Slipped in her drink sitting by the couch

Now she can not pronounce
Gwen Stefani
Therefore she can not speak No Doubt
Oblivious to character

That shit is washed up
She lost her traits back when she picked up that double red cup
Then that glass
At that lounge
That in fact was
Given by her ex's best friend friend
That she never met

All planned and staged
Before she even lit her slim cigarette

That's how they maneuver when they try to get you in bed
On your deathbed

The Weekend is the theme
X-O mixed with lean
Living out her only dream
Wake Up


[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Genetics]
I'm pour saki in the cold
Ice hockey playing on the tele
Staring at her body
Staring at her body
Staring at her body
Staring at her body
They acting like I do this shit for fun
Or just a fucking hobby
I say fuck no

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