To make it to the party
We got all tweaked on coffee
We're up 'til morning, ahh
Cross-legged on your mattress
We're practicing our death threats
Hold-your-breath contest, ahh
I'm sorry 'bout my mood swings
I promise, I wanna do the party
To suck on air from people having fun
But even on the good trees
It feels like I am dying
So I tried e-weed, ahh
The corner store is selling spit
Bottled up for profit
I can't believe I'm buying in
Isn't that genius?
Maybe before the year ends
I'll catch up on fashion
Would you look at what I'm wearing? Ahh
But if you'rе not too embarrassed
Of how I go out in public
Do you think that we could makе a deli run?
The corner store is selling spit
Bottled up for profit
I can't believe I'm buying in
Isn't that genius?
You didn't know it
But I think I'm trying to blow this
I loved you best under fluorescent lights
I'm getting tricked into
Long-term commitments
And lay-away plans financing my life
My mouth is dry
The corner store's got sugar pills
To settle our consumer guilt
Once you're hooked, they'll cut a deal
The farmers' market's got this stand
They say they'll cut your fruit in half
It saves you sweat, but your haul rots fast
Now, twice a week, you're hauling back
Shit
Isn't that genius?
