pasadena (i wish i knew how to quit) Lyrics

Tell you what, we could have had a good life together, a fucking real good life, had us a place of our own, but you didn't want it Ennis

Everything's built on that, that's all we got boy, fucking all, so I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest

You have no idea how bad it gets

Jim Beam, couple shots of tequila

Drunk dial from a bar in Pasadena

I wish I knew how to quit

She's my pretty eyed senorita, where'd my baby go, call me if you seen her

I wish I knew how to quit

I used to be the one you call, when times got rough and you lost it all

Throwing up in the bathroom stall, cause you can't do shit without alcohol

Withdrawal, lost in a daze, sitting sideways while Paul Wall plays

Friends ain't even stay, say you'll be okay, but they leave you to rage while their favorite song plays

Fucked up, no if, ands or buts, kinda my fault cause I fall for sluts

Can't save you, you can't save me, but we try still, what the fuck is wrong with us

Strangers in the night, two lovers entwined, we laugh, we fight, I break your spine

You tell me it's mine, I can tell that you're lying, but fuck it, I fall for it every time

Jim beam, couple shots of tequila

Drunk dial from a bar in Pasadena

I wish I knew how to quit

She's my pretty eyed senorita, where'd my baby go, call me if you seen her

I wish I knew how to quit

Don't tell me you're gonna change, if you know you won't

Angeles Creat through the rain, I wanted to crash and kill us both

Life moves on, I pray that it don't

Feel so alone, don't know how to cope

Cigarette smoke till my lungs go black, collapse with the last of my dreams and hope

I'm getting too old for this, insecure and hopelessness

Just wanted to get to know the bitch, she holding the rope I'm choking with

Focusing on my mental health, trying to create generational wealth

I'm way too fucking emotional, so I know I gotta do this part myself

Yeah, way too fucking emotional, so I know I gotta do this part myself

I wish I knew how to quit you

Jim beam, couple shots of tequila

Drunk dial from a bar in Pasadena

I wish I knew how to quit

She's my pretty eyed senorita

Where'd my baby go, call me if you seen her

I wish I knew how to quit