Drinking Like a Local Songtext
von Rob Stokes

Sweet to the touch
And sour to the taste
As it hits my lips

Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn fault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now

Shouldn't have touched this at all
But it seemed like the perfect night
To lose my mind


Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn fault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now

A case in the clutch
On a Friday night
Yinz already know whats up

Something so cold
Should wash away
All those memories
I have of you in the vault
That finds its' way open
It's my own damn vault
Now I'm back on my bullshit now