Text: Attila. The Soundtrack To A Party. Belligerent.

High, always on the grind,
get money 9 to 5,
party all the fucking time,
leave your worries behind,
smoke a blunt and you'll be fine,
party all the fucking time.

High, always on the grind,
get money 9 to 5,
party all the fucking time,
leave your worries behind,
smoke a blunt and you'll be fine,
party all the fucking time.

These bodies are corpses
and we drink the blood
when all else is failing.
We don't give a fuck
when we push the limits in our predicaments we all end up getting belligerent as fuck.

BELLIGERENT.

Why have these kegs all been tapped?
Who smoked all of our bud?
I'm not high.

We got so fucking belligerent.
Damn, all these girls look fine...

High, always on the grind,
get money 9 to 5,
party all the fucking time,
leave your worries behind,
smoke a blunt and you'll be fine,
party all the fucking time.

HOLY SHIT! GOD DAMN!

That's the point, get fucked!
That's the point, that's the point.



(Thanks to miranda24 for these lyrics)