You Got It

Late to bed, first to rise

Change of shirt, bloodshoot eyes

Coffee black as city skies

Underneath the smog and lights

You get your first paycheck in two weeks time

Just enough to shop online

Snag a pair of Kanye slides

Tinder date goes good this time

I think that you, you got it

I think that you, you got it.

Clean your spot of some old grime

Nervous when you hear the chime

Then speak for hours in pantomime

Until the bars all close in Anaheim

And so you go back home for tequila and lime

Fresh made sheets smell like mother of thyme

Fall in love with each new line

Of Taylor Swift's music online

I think that you, you got it

I really think that you, you got it.

Ask your Mom for that old ring

Nervous when she wears that bling

Tell her that it's just a thing

A trophy from our baseball swing

Raise three kids and do alright

See the world and spread its joy

Try to make a better deal

Try to help people to feel

I think that we

We got it.

I really think that we

We got it.