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Mark Johns - Bacardi lyrics

Artist: Mark Johns

album: Molino


We're strangers as a plane,
I've been missing you the same,
I think that all this time away,
Has made me feel outside the fray,
I think I'm ready to disperse, to reverse,
Go ahead first, to rebounce,
Start, a new how
My friends never liked you anyway,
I lovin myself for to someone new tonight,
Then I Can I say the same thing every damn time.
When I leave the room, and I'm feeling naughty
Go straight to my head, like a shot of bacardi
Now I'd sit before, I'm outside in my door
Thinking maybe I'll give someone else a chance at the party
I went home alone... I went Home alone,
Hit you on the phone, Hit you on the phone,
Told you come on home, but told you come on home,
Now we're here again and never hear me any no days
God damn, don't understand
I need to come up with a better plan
M body have just stopped seeking a man
Find a better way to use my hands
Your lemonade, without the ice
We tried twice, But no Dice
Come on out,
Go, you got this,
Your friends never liked him anyway,
I lovin myself for to someone new tonight,
Then I can I say the same thing every damn time
When I leave the room, And I'm feeling naughty
Go straight to my head, like a shot of Bacardi
Now I'd sit before, I'm outside of my door
Thinking maybe I'll give someone else a chance at the party,
I went home alone... I went home alone
Hit you on the phone, Hit you on the phone
Told you come on home, Told you come on home,
Now we're here again, and never hear me any notice
I told my friends I would quit you,
Putting down and dismiss you,
So Now I get this is my issue,
Man. fuck you,
Fuck you cause you know that I'm trying here and you don't care, and you don't even fuck me but you just fuck me over and then getting over home and wait, you wait for me to call again and now we're in this place again, how am I in this place again?
When I leave the room, And I'm feeling naughty
Go straight to my head, like a shot of Bacardi
Now I sit before, I'm outside of my door
Thinking maybe I'll give someone else a chance at the party,
I went home alone... I went home alone
Hit you on the phone, Hit you on the phone
Told you'd come on home, Told you'd come on home,
Now we're here again, and never hear me any no days
I told my friends I would quit you,
Putting down and dismiss you,
So Now I get this is my issue,
Man, fuck you.

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