Smelling eye dog lyrics

 ASNARLAI.ORIGINAL (Verse 1)

Packed my bags in the middle of the night

Left a note on the counter, "Sorry, babe, ain't doing this right"

You were sleeping, dreaming of a picket fence and a dog

I was dreaming of a bank account and a new high-end jog

Down the street to the bar, 'round the corner from the dive

Left that quiet life behind, it's time to feel alive

Threw my phone in the river, so you can't track my call

Headed for the city lights, watch my old life fall.

(Chorus)

Yeah, I'm getting drunk, getting rich, and getting a restraining order

Living life a little faster, living on the border

Of what's sane and what's a total, glorious disaster

I'm the brand new king, you're the brand new pawn, I'm the master

I'm getting drunk on top-shelf, getting rich off a plan

And getting a restraining order 'cause I'm your new man's biggest fan.

(Verse 2)

Found a loophole in the market, a little digital gold

Sold my soul for a startup, or at least that's what I'm told

Now the champagne's on ice, and the models are all here

And your name on my caller ID just disappears into fear

'Cause I saw you at the club, trying to get past the rope

Screaming my name to the bouncer, losing all your hope

You slid into my DMs, a hundred times or more

So I called my lawyer, it's time to even up the score.

(Chorus)

Yeah, I'm getting drunk, getting rich, and getting a restraining order

Living life a little faster, living on the border

Of what's sane and what's a total, glorious disaster

I'm the brand new king, you're the brand new pawn, I'm the master

I'm getting drunk on top-shelf, getting rich off a plan

And getting a restraining order 'cause I'm your new man's biggest fan.

(Bridge)

That paper came certified, a court official's knock

Fifty yards is the distance, 'round the whole damn block

You can't come to my penthouse, you can't drive by my car

You're just a ghost in the rearview, a faded, falling star

I didn't want it to be this way, but you just couldn't let go

So I drew a line in the sand, a line you'll never know.

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)

Yeah, I'm getting drunk, getting rich, and getting a restraining order

Living life a little faster, living on the border

Of what's sane and what's a total, glorious disaster

I'm the brand new king, you're the brand new pawn, I'm the master

I'm getting drunk on top-shelf, getting rich off a plan

And getting a restraining order 'cause I'm your new man's biggest fan.

(Outro)

Getting drunk...

Getting rich...

Getting served...

Yeah, I'm free at last.

Cheers.