LA Parties Iverson lyrics
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LA Parties
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[Verse 1]
Stuck on the ride home
Staring at my iPhone
All the notes I’ve kept they haunt me
And my year-old peers they flaunt what I don’t have
So I’ll take it too far
Call up a pretty girl so she can break my heart
Then I’ll take the pieces home
Scribble them into poems
That I hope one day will make me famous
[Chorus]
If you wanna watch me self destruct you’re in luck
Bound to be the show of the year
I read the script it sucked
But I’m practicing
Yеah I’m practicing
If you wanna watch me say “I’m fucked”
Curse my bad luck
But makе it sound hella sincere
My dear, you’re so in luck
Cause I’m practicing
Yeah I’m practicing
[Verse 2]
This is not a test, this is the real thing
I’m just tryna put words together to make the people sing
Make ‘em shake their hips
Let ‘em clap their hands
Hope that my ex-girlfriend
Don’t try to sleep with my band
Or maybe this is the end
You know I just wanted friends
To have a piece of my mind
My thoughts I’ll surely lend
Maybe unhook a few bras
Turn one night to the cause
For which I don’t dream all day
Of some drunk asshole’s applause
[Chorus]
And if she wants to watch me self destruct she’ll be in luck
Heard it was the show of the year
I saw the film it sucked
But I’m practicing
Yeah I’m practicing
If she wants to watch me say “I’m fucked”
How my bad luck
Will make it sound hella sincere
My dear, she’s so in luck
Cause I’m practicing
Like Iverson practicing
Stuck on the ride home
Staring at my iPhone
All the notes I’ve kept they haunt me
And my year-old peers they flaunt what I don’t have
So I’ll take it too far
Call up a pretty girl so she can break my heart
Then I’ll take the pieces home
Scribble them into poems
That I hope one day will make me famous
[Chorus]
If you wanna watch me self destruct you’re in luck
Bound to be the show of the year
I read the script it sucked
But I’m practicing
Yеah I’m practicing
If you wanna watch me say “I’m fucked”
Curse my bad luck
But makе it sound hella sincere
My dear, you’re so in luck
Cause I’m practicing
Yeah I’m practicing
[Verse 2]
This is not a test, this is the real thing
I’m just tryna put words together to make the people sing
Make ‘em shake their hips
Let ‘em clap their hands
Hope that my ex-girlfriend
Don’t try to sleep with my band
Or maybe this is the end
You know I just wanted friends
To have a piece of my mind
My thoughts I’ll surely lend
Maybe unhook a few bras
Turn one night to the cause
For which I don’t dream all day
Of some drunk asshole’s applause
[Chorus]
And if she wants to watch me self destruct she’ll be in luck
Heard it was the show of the year
I saw the film it sucked
But I’m practicing
Yeah I’m practicing
If she wants to watch me say “I’m fucked”
How my bad luck
Will make it sound hella sincere
My dear, she’s so in luck
Cause I’m practicing
Like Iverson practicing
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