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Artiste:
Robinson
Titre:
Nothing To Regret
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All of my friends are the reason I’m only On for the weekend when it’s not so lonely Most Friday nights end up looking this way Wake up so high, now I’m drunk on the feeling Boredom comes next and I stare at the ceiling Most Monday nights end up looking this way End up looking this way Come on sugar, don’t you leave early I’m tired of counting myself back to sleep Baby, we don’t need no money No worries tonight Start a party in the living room Turn it up until we feel it boom Baby, let’s get fucking crazy and lose track of time Why we always got to fret about it? There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it My friends are the reason that I’m never sober Young and I’m broke and I live on a sofa When it gets hard, yeah we get drunk again We get wild, we let down Yeah we’re foolish and scared We run and we jump when we feel unprepared But I got your back if you make a mistake, if you make a mistake Come on sugar, don’t you leave early I’m tired of counting myself back to sleep Baby, we don’t need no money No worries tonight Start a party in the living room Turn it up until we feel it boom Baby, let’s get fucking crazy and lose track of time Why we always got to fret about it? There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it (There’s nothing to regret about it) Come on sugar, don’t you leave early (There’s nothing to regret about it) I’m tired of counting myself back to sleep Baby, we don’t need no money No worries tonight Start a party in the living room Turn it up until we feel it boom Baby, let’s get fucking crazy and lose track of time Why we always got to fret about it? There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it There’s nothing to regret about it