Puddle of Mudd - Stoned Lyrics
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Stoned
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What Are The Lyrics For Stoned By Puddle of Mudd?
I gotta get this shit off my chest
Another sucker behind a desk You try to tell me that you know best Snap your fingers snap your neck Sunshine has always been an enemy (Sunshine an enemy) My life a chemical insanity (My life will kill me) Sundown is bringing out the freak in me, wired Getting higher So check your attitude at the front door I'm really getting tired of taking All of your shit when I'm sober I'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned I gotta get this shit off my back I run in circles but I won't crack So sick of your politics Snap your fingers snap your neck Sunshine has always been an enemy (Sunshine an enemy) My life a chemical insanity (My life will kill me) Sundown is bringing out the freak in me, wired Getting higher So check your attitude at the front door I'm really getting tired of taking All of your shit when I'm sober I'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned Why you always waste my time I don't know Man I'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned I am my worst Epitome, wired higher So check your attitude at the front door I'm really getting tired of taking All of your shit when I'm sober I'm thinking that I'd rather be stoned Snap your fingers snap your neck |
Who Wrote Stoned By Puddle of Mudd?
Brian Howes, Paul Phillips, Wesley Scantlin
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What's The Duration Of The Stoned By Puddle of Mudd?The duration of Stoned is 3:29 minutes and seconds. |
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