Pybo - Shit Doesn't Change Lyrics

I keep on searching for the one that will make me happy
I keep on doing all the things that should make me happy
Shit doesn't change so I celebrate with a bottle of whiskey
Shit doesn't change so I spend my money every night with the broskis
You look at me when I don't look at you you like to play these games
We go to Paris for the day I'm rather random that's my way, hey
Watch me come in like the next big star, uuu, yaa
I will break it just to fix it up
Baby honey
I am hearing calling
I got voices moaning
They say let go
She's not coming
I smoke a pack for the stress
Waiting at the door my eyes have gotten red
You read me like a book but you don't know the end
All I see it's smoke coming from the juen
I keep on searching for the one that will make me happy
I keep on doing all the things that should make me happy
Shit doesn't change so I celebrate with a bottle of whiskey
Shit doesn't change so I spend my money every night with the broskis
Too many girls
To decide
I could never settle with a bad bitch
Too many bros
Have betrayed
It could never go back to the way it was
To the way it was
To the way it was
It could never go back to the way it was
To the way it was
To the way it was
I could never go back back back
And now
What is there left
I'm counting the dreams
Inside my head
I'm rolling a fatty to make it to bed
I'm texting what's left of my haters and friends, Pietro

I keep on searching for the one that will make me happy
I keep on doing all the things that should make me happy
Shit doesn't change so I celebrate with a bottle of whiskey
Shit doesn't change so I spend my money every night with the broskis
You look at me when I don't look at you you like to play these games
We go to Paris for the day I'm rather random that's my way, hey
Watch me come in like the next big star, uuu, yaa
I will break it just to fix it up
Baby honey
I am hearing calling
I got voices moaning
They say let go
She's not coming
I smoke a pack for the stress
Waiting at the door my eyes have gotten red
You read me like a book but you don't know the end
All I see it's smoke coming from the juen
I keep on searching for the one that will make me happy
I keep on doing all the things that should make me happy
Shit doesn't change so I celebrate with a bottle of whiskey
Shit doesn't change so I spend my money every night with the broskis
Too many girls
To decide
I could never settle with a bad bitch
Too many bros
Have betrayed
It could never go back to the way it was
To the way it was
To the way it was
It could never go back to the way it was
To the way it was
To the way it was
I could never go back back back
And now
What is there left
I'm counting the dreams
Inside my head
I'm rolling a fatty to make it to bed
I'm texting what's left of my haters and friends, Pietro