Original lyrics

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There are dead ends and there are happy endings There are people and people that they're hurting There's a lot to swallow and I don't wanna There's a dark cloud in my head that smells like marijuana Message in a bottle, finger on the throttle Hard to post a pic when they're all fucking models Can you hear me through this microphone? I could leave a note or I could write a novel I can't see straight, I took too many drugs I'm literally out my brain Locked in her green room With some fucking strangers Asking me about my day And I don't really know what to say Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy You can call it what it is or call it nothing You can't lie to me 'cause I know what's coming Check your pocket or TV for some breaking news The earth is dying just like my will for trying And I think it's time to move Message in a bottle, finger on the throttle Hard to post a pic when they're all fucking models I could give it all up and go home I could leave a note or I could write a novel I can't see straight, I took too many drugs I'm literally out my brain Locked in her green room With some fucking strangers Asking me about my day And I don't really know what to say Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy Ayyy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ee Oh, with some fucking strangers Oh, ayy, mmm, hey-ayy-ayy Oh, I don't really know what to say With some fucking strangers