Well you come up stairs but not to talk
You stay a little while and you do a little walk on homeI hear you downstairs smoking cigarettes, I hear your talking shit
Cuz you ain't got nothing to talk about at allSo you took me to the party you got me alone
Said you wanna feel good cuz and you feel like you're gonna explodeI don't care I can't pay attention, and I don't give a damn about your intentions at allPass me the whiskey, Pass me the gin
Pass me whatever there's drink left inWell I don't care if it's 7 in the mornin'
For all I care it could be the second comin'You said you couldn't take it anymore
You can't live like this, it's a really big dealI don't care I can't pay attention, and I don't give a fuck about your intentions at allWell alright, we're always alright
We're alright, we're always alright
We're alright, we're always alright, alright, ready alright
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