Funkoars
Redlines
[Verse 1: Sesta]
I even don't know how I got here
Guess we mess around with the wrong dog hair
If I can breathe well then I'll live so I'll stop here
Well I guess I'm cool just to rot here
When I'm sitting in the Yacht singing Gotye
Someone that I use to give a fuck about is not here
What ever he did with his time, well it's not clear
Just a little pot, never rock here
Get embarrassed when I drink claret
I dance like Peter Garrett all in front of my friends
But everybody in the street are tryna to make beef, uh
Should tried reefer and a fucking pizza
But that's the end of discussion they rush in
And peel while the neck is still gushing
And plus, the concussion from hitting my head on the gutter
Has turned all my brain into butter, what the fuck, uh

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Dance on Redlines, and you will make it home

[Chorus: Sesta]
I'm sorry that I drink and I get carried away
But that look that's on his face said he had something so say
And I tried to use my brain it only got in the way
And I promise I'll be all right if I got somewhere to stay