Bussing tables, trying not to bat an eye

When I saw the broke bartop scene

On her shirt in size 14 Fortnite font

Read "I'm his queen"

I found the man with the "I'm her king" shirt

At the urinal, beer in left hand

I told him, "Get your girl, she's slumped in a puddle"

And he told me that I've got the wrong man

You can't break me

Run it up

I can't afford to replace my windshield

You want a man who knows how to use his hands

And admittedly, that's not me

We can play ATM roulette

And use the funds to buy bootleg jeans

Shake the NyQuil nihilist smile

Hit the road, lend a car from a friend

Send a file to the old folks' home

So our senile smiles make it in

You can't break me

Run it up

I can't afford to replace my windshield

You can't break me

Run it up

I can't afford to replace my windshield