Toronto
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In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king size bed
We'd never feel bad again
All out of sick days, but you still called in
Spent the night throwing up in the porcelain
Out of money, so you're scheming up your next big win
As long as I'm the one that takes the hit straight to the chin
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king size bed
And never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead
All out of sick days, but you still called in
Spent the night throwing up in the porcelain
Barbed-wire mouth cut the words that won't come out
Make me feel like the clouds, it's tough to swallow them down
When they cut my throat
With fiberglass from cigarettes I smoke
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king size bed
And never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead
Woo!
I should probably go and start to make a move
Get off my ass, I got some things to do
Don't want a job, always in a bad mood
I think things would be better if I was with you
Should probably go and start to make a move
Get off your ass, you've got some things to do
Don't want a job, you're always in a bad mood
I think things would better if
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where a friend can be a friend
In Toronto, whoa-oh-oh
Where the blunts don't ever end
We could move up north and get a little place with a king size bed
We'd never feel bad again
Maybe in the future things could finally make some goddamn sense
And we could feel good instead