DOWNLOAD: Hot Mulligan - This Song is Called it’s Called What’s it Called Mp3 & Lyrics

Hot Mulligan This Song is Called it’s Called What’s it Called Mp3 Download

"T.I. Song is Called it's Called What's it Called" is a playful and self-aware song by the American rock band Hot Mulligan. Released in [insert year], the song stands out for its quirky and unconventional title, which reflects the band's lighthearted and humorous approach to their music.

The song embraces a self-referential style, as the title itself playfully acknowledges the absurdity of its own name. It captures the essence of the band's witty and whimsical lyrical style, inviting listeners to embrace the unconventional and not take themselves too seriously.

Hot Mulligan This Song is Called it’s Called What’s it Called Lyrics

A cape town, some royal crown, an hour
I don't know where my wallet is
Crawl to bed on a stranger's floor
Lit cigarette, burning holes into their porch
An old van, a farmers tan, a venue
I don't know where my wallet is
Crossing roads where the city ends
I don't know, I don't know
Can't get it back
Can't get it back, I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all
Reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time
Oh, there's so much I would change
Take more pictures
Oh, I left so much to say
Left so much to say
All the missed connections
Oh, I left so much to say
Why do the years move faster?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Will I spend the effort?
Oh, there's so much I could change
Oh, there's so much I'd let go
I'll somehow frame a narrative
Where all my actions have some evil aim
The worst is yet to come
I'll retrace the capitol
The day we wandered all the monuments
A belly full of drinks
What could I have done wrong? Does intent equal fault?
How to end a perfect day if not
Finding what to blame on myself
And nothing hits as hard the second time
It's all lost its charm but not it's signs
(A cape town, some royal crown, an hour)
And nothing hits as hard the second time
(An old van, a farmers tan, a venue)
It's all lost its charm, but not it's signs
The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know where my wallet is)
The nights I fell asleep and saw
The years had passed, I lost them all (I don't know where my wallet is)
I reach into my head and find
I don't remember most of the time (I don't know)
The nights I'd stay awake and saw
The morning shed its shadows long
The blanket I'd forget to bring
I half remember everything