World Class Fuck Up

Yeah my friends say my lifestyle's a bit out of control

Got some whiskey in my pocket and it's burning a hole

At my best I'm a mess, yeah I think I'm pretty cool

All my teachers tried to fail me tell me, I'm a damn fool

Gonna wreck my car, gonna rip up all the bars

I'll be drunk on stage smashing up all my guitars

And I'm smoking, and I'm toking, and I'm living wide open

Ain't gonna stop 'till I drop and I bringing you you the rock

Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up

Whoa, and we drink until we throw up

Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up

Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups

Whoa, now everybody put your hands up

If you're a world class fuck up

Yeah

Hit me

All you preachers politicians trying to piss on my ambitions

I'm hitting the ignition I'm a man that's on a mission

My life's on the run and you know it's kinda awesome

Digging ditches burning bridges just as fast as I can cross 'em

I'm a hot rod screaming' down a one way street

I got my windows down rocking to a dope ass beat, come on

Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up

Whoa, and we drink until we throw up

Whoa, and we ain't never gonna give up

Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups

Whoa, now everybody put your hands up

If you're a world class fuck up

Sorry mom!

Whoa, we always party 'till the sun's up

Whoa, and we drink until we throw up

Whoa, but we ain't never gonna give up

Whoa, we're just a world class fuck ups

Whoa, now everybody put your hands up

If you're a world class fuck up

Whoa, now everybody put your hands up

If you're a world class fuck up