Today

I wake up at noon and my mind's feeling foggy
So, I shoot tequila like a morning cup of coffee, I do
I don't wanna be sober, what's the use?
(Use, use)
And my label's on my ass, they won't stop fucking calling
If I turn off my phone, it won't turn off my problems, I know
Put that nine to my temple, let it blow
(Blow, blow, bam)

If I don't hit you back by tomorrow
I'll have made my great escape, yeah
This pill is hard to swallow
But it makes me feel great
So, mama, don't you worry
I'll see you again someday
And maybe that day is today

See, I'd rather feel nothing, that's why I get drunk
At least every day's the same day, I'd rather be numb
Please don't ask why I put 80 proof in this glass
(Glass, glass)
Yeah, I know It ain't healthy, I know I need help
Can somebody please save me from myself?
Please don't ask, when they're sending me off to rehab
I ain't going

If I don't hit you back by tomorrow
I'll have made my great escape, yeah
This pill is hard to swallow
But it makes me feel great
So, mama, don't you worry
I'll see you again someday
And maybe that day is today



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Green, Colin Brittain Cunningham, David Wilson, William Henry Schultz, Jay Kode
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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