It's been a hellish day
I want my whiskey neat
Leave me at this stool alone
I'm not interested in your man meat
And yet you are still here
Enamored with your voice
Please talk to me some more
As if I have no say or choice
You just keep on talking
Like you're God's gift from grace
Meanwhile I am plotting
All the ways to punch you in the face
Very pretty but there's something dropped in your protein shake
Did you swallow your brain
And when you leave the bar alone tonight
I won't remember your name
And now we roll into
The dreaded nine to five
The boss is screaming all while I dream about his demise
Still paying off student debt
He's bought another house
Please talk to me some more
About alimony for your second spouse
You just keep on talking
How you're God's gift from grace
Meanwhile I am plotting
All the ways to punch you in the face
Filthy rich, black as pitch right down to the soul
Life isn't some game
And when you've lost your friends and Benjamins
I won't remember your name
Oh I'm gonna prove em wrong
Cause I've got bright lights
And a fight to call my own
Stop pretending you were ever there
You only care for fortune and fame
Cause I've earned my name
Mhmm hmm that's right
Go tell your Facebook friends
Say you're the reason why
Sold shows and yes my name in lights
Mhmm
