Fake ID

Got it freshman year and you think it's hot That you bought a couple beers without getting caught But baby, I'm not falling for it Picture of a jerk, almost twice your age I can't believe it worked down at Union Stage They look away And they pour it down, you're laying on the ground And you're asking for another hit Wasted at the bar, trying too hard Just another weekend with the trust fund kids You couldn't play it cool if you wanted to with me I know where you've been and I won't let you in With that fake ID You call me on the phone, keep me up all night 'Cause you're scared to be alone when you get too high And I don't like feeling sorry for you Are you brokenhearted? You finally got carded, it's about time They take you outside Face down on the ground, you drunken fucking clown And you're begging for another hit Wasted at the bar, trying too hard Just another weekend with the trust fund kids You couldn't play it cool if you wanted to with me I know where you've been and I won't let you in With that fake ID Drunk off a tall boy White Claw Just a crybaby with a fake ID (bet you wanna, bet you wanna) One shot (laying on the ground) Of cheap tequila (drunken fucking clown) Just a crybaby with a fake ID (bet you wanna, bet you wanna) Flatlined (let me pour it down) Box of cheap wine (drunken fucking clown) And some pink Whitney