Feeling Whitney

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

And I’ve been looking for
someone to put up whit my bullshit
I can’t even leave my bedroom so I keep pouring
And I ain’t seen a light of day since,
well, that’s not important, it’s been long
And I was feeling Whitney,
me and my homies sip Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
you knew I was losing
You told me to wake up,
oh, my clock always stays on snooze and
I’m done
To each their own and find peace in knowing
Ain’t always broken, but her’s to hoping
Show no emotion, against your coding
And just act as hard as you can
You don’t need a friend
Boy, you’re the man

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh

And I’ve been looking for someone
that I can buy my drugs from.
It seems like every plug ran east to Utah,
became Mormons
Drought comes around,
feels like I have no one to depend on, sober, ugh
I had eighty beers on Tuesday night,
I had nothing to do with it
I put one a little Dwight and sang a happy tune
And lit a cigarette, stepped out the door,
had an appearance, drank more
To each their own and find peace in knowing
Ain’t always broken, but here’s to hoping
Show no emotion, against your coding
And just act as hard as you can
You don’t need a friend
Boy, you’re the man

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh. ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh