Austin Meade - BLACKOUT Lyrics

I smell the cigarettes
Looks like my phone is dead
Stupid shit again
Still hangin’ with the same crowd
Try to remember when
2 turned to 6 am
Hope I still got some friends
Can someone take me home now?

Promise myself that this is it
Strung Out Influence

Then I go straight back to Blackout
Every mornin’ I wake up face down
Guess I’m a Strait-Jacket Dropout
Role Model Rain Cloud
The Talk of my Hometown
Then I go straight back to Blackout

Keep hearin’ I’m the best
At bein’ such a mess
Dead last first class disappointment
Sunday mornin’ singin’ amen
Strung Out Influence

Then I go straight back to Blackout
Every mornin’ I wake up face down
Guess I’m a Strait-Jacket Dropout
Role Model Rain Cloud
The Talk of my Hometown
Then I go straight back to Blackout

Wake up bitch!

Straight back to Blackout
(Wake up face down)
Talk of my Hometown

Then I go straight back to Blackout
Every mornin’ I wake up face down
Guess I’m a Strait-Jacket Dropout
Role Model Rain Cloud
The Talk of my Hometown
Then I go straight back to Blackout