Fuchsia Butterflies

Yeah-ohm Da-dum-dum-da-dum Dum-dum-da-dum-dum Yeah, I'm feeling I'm a goner, I'm feeling I'm a goner I'm feeling I'm a goner, and I don't know where I am I'm feeling I'm a goner, I'm feeling I'm a goner I'm feeling I'm a goner and I Got my bed made so long, sweet dreams Fuchsia butterflies dizzy, now what am I? Climb in the shadows, honey I'm home It's all by design if I pass out on the lawn Then I'll be happy, happy getting shitfaced by myself Just loathing in my sweet misery Oh, such manic luxury Happy, happy getting shitfaced by myself Just loathing in my sweet misery Oh, such manic company Such manic company Such manic company Such manic company Na, na, na, na I got my mind gone but I love it, when you know Fumble and mess things up, I can be such an asshole I'm saying I'm sorry my lady, I'm so sorry (so sorry) Keep doing the right thing, you just stay, stay away Then I'll be happy, happy getting shitfaced by myself Just loathing in my sweet misery Oh, such manic luxury Happy, happy getting shitfaced by myself Just loathing in my sweet misery Oh, such manic company Such manic company Such manic company Such manic company Na, na, na, na And I got my daddy's gun, oh, oh Such manic company And I got my daddy's gun, oh, oh --- Fuchsia Butterflies - Kid Cudi