Lyrics

You don't have to rob me, it's not really worth it I've only got credit cards, and I can just cancel them Know that you needed cash, but what the fuck's up with that? You can do what you want, but get away from my shit Let's just go get, a couch from Ikea Not too expensive, just the right kind Taking this home is gonna be a pain I wish we could drive, I'll call a Lyft Don't park out there when it's dark outside We might just get jumped, this spot is sketched Nothing's really safe, and everyone's insane What made y'all crazy, no one's friendly You don't have to rob me, it's not really worth it I've only got credit cards, and I can just cancel them Know that you needed cash, but what the fuck's up with that? You can do what you want, but get away from my shit (bitch) Burnt all our cash on shit that won't last We're totally broke, can you call your dad? Breaking every rule is what we do the most We broke Steven's vase, and stole Andy's clothes Making things hard is everyone's delight I won't do the same, but stay inside Nothing's really fun when everyone's the same What made us crazy, no one's friendly You don't have to rob me, it's not really worth it I've only got credit cards, and I can just cancel them Know that you needed cash, but what the fuck's up with that? You can do what you want, but get away from my shit
Writer(s): James Beck, Domitille Degalle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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