Music Video
Music Video
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Whitney Peyton
Performer
Zack Hansen
Drums
Ileigha Kohoutek
Vocals
Matt Good
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Good
Producer
Ryan Daminson
Engineer
Lyrics
Hello?
Hey, Whit, so, I know you're all working late
But on your way home if you could get me some milk
Um, some cream for my coffee, I like two per cent milk
If you can get whole, that's fine
But I actually like soy, that would be great
I also need some condoms
If you could just do that for me, that would be so awesome
Thanks so much, bye
The fuck?
Listen, every day I wake up I wish
I missed your ad on Craigslist
Now I'm stuck with you and your boyfriend too
Bitch, don't make me get violent
Where are my leftovers?
I put them in the fridge last night (the fuck)
Next to the milk on the shelf by the right
Then I woke up late with an appetite
To find you ate that shit? Party foul
So I dumped all your Bacardi out
All you do is drink and you never clean
And you never even try to take the garbage out
I think our neighbours hate us
And I know why
You had a party last night, and then threw up outside (ew)
Dear roomie, I really hate your guts
You leave a bunch of shit around and never pick it up
And your boyfriend, boyfriend
I won't even pretend that I like that guy
He eats my food and doesn't pay the rent (fuck that)
(Mo-mo-move out) move out
(Mo-mo-move out) you gotta go
(Mo-mo-move out) leave
(Mo-mo-move out) bitch, please
In my room tryna study for a test
But I can't really do it 'cause you're fucking having sex so loud
And the landlord sent me 20 texts
I wrote a check, but you didn't pay the rent, bitch
Ugh, I'ma choke you
When the lease ends, we are so through
Take your man, take the cat, take the car
And the ugly ass couch, that shit gotta go too, ugh
You're in the bathroom like all the time
Taking 50 selfies, bitch
You really ain't that fine, I gotta pee, come on
Yo, I really gotta go
Don't you have a job? Okay, I'ma write a note
There's something you gotta know
Dear roomie, I really hate your guts
You leave a bunch of shit around and never pick it up
And your boyfriend, boyfriend
I won't even pretend that I like that guy
He eats my food and doesn't pay the rent (fuck that)
(Mo-mo-move out) move out
(Mo-mo-move out) you gotta go
(Mo-mo-move out) leave
(Mo-mo-move out) bitch, please
Look at this, this place looks horrible
Ugh, are you kidding me?
Fucking trash everywhere, is that a–
Shut the fuck up, you don't even know
Is that a condom? Is that a used condom in the fucking bathtub?
No it's not, it's probably from you last night
Who the fuck has sex in the bathtub? You're 25
No, you don't even know what you're talking about, shut up
This bathroom, we all use this bathroom
This is not your personal bathroom, all right? No
I have to shower in this shower, don't even start with me, girlfriend
I have to shower in this shower
You don't even understand right now, okay
Dear roomie, I really hate your guts
You leave a bunch of shit around and never pick it up
And your boyfriend, boyfriend
I won't even pretend that I like that guy
He eats my food and doesn't pay the rent (fuck that)
(Mo-mo-move out) move out
(Mo-mo-move out) you gotta go
(Mo-mo-move out) leave
(Mo-mo-move out) bitch, please
Hey, are you guys fighting?
Ugh, do you know where the hot Cheetos are?
No? Okay
Written by: Matthew Good, Whitney Peyton Smith