Alcoa - Second Untitled
So it?s the last time, I fucking swear it
No matter how many times I?m gonna have to say it before it?s the truth
Before it?s the truth, ?cause I have to
?Cause the ink from my pen, oh, it dries permanent, and it makes it harder to forget
And I?ve been waiting for the weekend so I can feel good about my drinking
Try not to lie; try not to lie, at least not when I write
?Cause the ink in my skin, your word is ever there
It?s a broken promise to never drink again
?Cause I kicked the habit of being abstinent and I fought off years of each cigarette
Letras Alcoa