24 Cans Lyrics & Chords By Gunna Vahm

24 cans stacked from floor to ceiling how many can you drink?
Yeah buddy that's all me and I'm just starting to see what's been right

Here in front of me
And all the places that I've been
Here right in front of me
Anything is barely real

Tonight I'm feeling ultra sane
Tomorrow you can't even spell your name
Tonight I'm feeling ultra sane
Tomorrow might kill me

To scale the walls ya take a look up from the floor
To the ceiling to the floor
Looking back to make sense of consequence
Hindsight is 20/10 at best
A desperate attempt to squelch the jarring concussion of every event