Bottle'o Lyrics

Pull up at the bottle-o
The lady, she wants to know
Why I got my crinkled passport instead of my licence
Say, "I lost my wallet, life's a bit of a crisis lately"

Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt, a little bit sad
My cheeks are red and I think I've been had
By that old sun tricking me outside
It probably meant for the best, but I'm a reflective surface of light

Jog up the shops for a money dash
ATM doesn't do cardless cash
Catch my reflection in the black of the screen
I'm a disappointing fuck and I don't like what I see anymore

Yeah, I'm a little bit sunburnt, a little bit sad
My cheeks are red and I think I've been had
By that old sun tricking me outside
It probably meant for the best, but I'm a reflective surface of light

Guess I'll just stay in tonight
Take my careless losses as a sign
If I get high enough, I can pretend that you're here
Or that my wallet might just reappear
It's all wishful thinking

Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-dum
Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-dum
Da-da, da-da-da, da-da-dum
Yeah! Woo! Yeah, girl!