It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
Cause I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
God I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air
Cause ooooh I'm flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head toward the cement
It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
And I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why, did I not choose to drive
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I just choose to fly
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I not choose to drive
Bird Scooter Video (MV)
Performed By: Krooked Kings
Language: English
Length: 3:19
Written by: David Macey, Matthew Monosson, Oliver Martin, Paul Colgan, Quinn Casper, Andrew D'Angelo
Krooked Kings - Bird Scooter Lyrics
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English
It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
Cause I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
God I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air
Cause ooooh I'm flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head toward the cement
It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
And I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why, did I not choose to drive
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I just choose to fly
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I not choose to drive
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
Cause I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
God I gotta get far from here
Step outside to catch some air
Cause ooooh I'm flying
My vision is multiplying
I start to count my regrets
As I head toward the cement
It's Tuesday night
Go out with friends
I want this night
To f*cking end
And I'm so drunk
It's only six P.M.
Show up to the show
Music sucks me in
My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up
Why, oh why, did I not choose to drive
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I just choose to fly
(My sweatshirt is soaked in blood, dust off the dirt and I get back up)
Oh why did I not choose to drive
Writer: David Macey, Matthew Monosson, Oliver Martin, Paul Colgan, Quinn Casper, Andrew D'Angelo
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC