Lyrics
Walk to work at the gulf
Round the corner from my house
Pumping gas for a check
So my mom don't throw me out
Woah Woah Woah Woah
Yeah Woah
Hmm
For Rednecks in their trucks
Mad they peaked in high school
And house Rep. Peter King
So you better make room
Jacked guys with their dip
In their whips like a little bitch
Treating me like shit cause I'm skinny
And they're ripped yeah
Don't know what the hell you've gotta prove
And I showed up here with a bloody nose
Hungover I know everybody knows
Just messing, teaching me a lesson they've got
Your song on repeat
Your song on repeat
My boss gives advice 'bout the girls stuck in my head
It's not great but hey, imma take what I can get
Says my dad is a dick
Yeah man, fuck him you don't need him
Not your fault the way he's leaving, let him go
You'll be fine, give it time, maybe cool it with the blow
So while I'm cleaning up a bathroom stall,
You're making royalties while I just fall
Behind I'll never see a dime of it while
They've got your song on repeat
They just don't pay me enough
They've got your song on repeat
And i'm hungover as fuck
And man it's killing me oh
They just don't pay me enough
Your song on repeat
And i'm hungover as fuck
My birthday was the other day you never sent a text
My friends say that I should send you a Venmo request
And hey man, I'm not trying to complain
Just got nothing from you but my last name
And trauma, could really use a dollar from your
Your song on repeat
Woo hoo