Morgan Wade – 27 Club Lyrics

Hey hey, I thought that you would call me
Are you still kinda high? Coming down from the Molly?
Oh, it’s fine
I ain’t on anyone’s mind

And I know that I gotta have faith
But it’s kinda fucking hard at the end of every day
Stuck in my mind
the time

And some nights when I’m feeling suicidal
I the I the bottle
But it’s great
At now I’m paid

And on on on
on on on
And you’re gone

I’m in a Hills hottie
kind that to go sniff the my body
me ’cause I the about the hotel lobby
But my wilder are me

I’m in bed at the Chateau
With I saw on but I know
Small talk a I gotta leave
Walk you’re famous, you can’t me

on on on
on on on
And you’re gone

I don’t know I would call luck
But I didn’t the club
I’m twenty-eight
So, y’all ain’t gotta dig my grave

Yeah, on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
And you’re gone

Hey hey, I thought that you would call me
Are you still kinda high? Coming down from the Molly?
Oh, it’s fine
I ain’t on anyone’s mind

And I know that I gotta have faith
But it’s kinda fucking hard at the end of every day
Stuck in my mind
the time

And some nights when I’m feeling suicidal
I the I the bottle
But it’s great
At now I’m paid

And on on on
on on on
And you’re gone

I’m in a Hills hottie
kind that to go sniff the my body
me ’cause I the about the hotel lobby
But my wilder are me

I’m in bed at the Chateau
With I saw on but I know
Small talk a I gotta leave
Walk you’re famous, you can’t me

on on on
on on on
And you’re gone

I don’t know I would call luck
But I didn’t the club
I’m twenty-eight
So, y’all ain’t gotta dig my grave

Yeah, on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
on on on
And you’re gone