Poker Nite

Did you load the stove? There's still a lot of night to go I swear to God, if you fall asleep Is he out cold? That fuckers stayin' home again Haunted songs, I don't feel so bad for him Remember that spot in your yard with all the dead grass When we spent all summer trying to one up each other And buying weed with crumpled cash Lamenting all the future, while skimming through the past Playing loud electronic songs that all just really overuse the clap And that's all it was it was just kick, clap, kick, clap Put a snare here and there, is that a high hat? This is a kick back? I just spent all night scrubbing shit off the welcome mat And I just wanna get high and start my car and unpack how I feel By clocking my steering wheel I need a hot meal