[Intro]

Ain't seen it all but I think I've seen enough

Still basically hated, jaded, acting like a buzzkill

I'm too used to these nights being fun-filled

Baby, baby I don't want to be a buzzkill

I don't want to be a buzzkill but the battle's always uphill

I need something new until I quit being such a buzzkill

[Verse 1: Intuition]

Look I was raised in the sticks but I love me some city life

This urban sprawl got me running with some shifty types

Slept through the sun due to fun from the fifty nights

I just spent searching for someone to kiss me right

This over-driver that'll still make the party rock

Sleep with girls that's hardly hot to prove that I'm an artsy snob

I'm everywhere but I'm always showing tardy dawg

Fashionably late's better than early when I'm on my job

My team sticker hit you with the flea flicker

We'll run her past your spot depends on the free liquor

There'd better be some pseudo-celebs or scene sisters

If we don't see Lindsay or Hayden, you bet we'll leave quicker

People ask me why I look so bored

It's cause I'm by my idols so much I ain't shook no more

I blow some smoke from my lungs looking broke as a bum

Backstage at the venue having no fucking fun

Done too many drugs, seen too many people

Get too many shuns after too many evils

And today has just begun, it's got too many sequels

So I made this little number, here's what two pennies equals

Yeah

[Chorus]

Ain't seen it all but I think I've seen enough

Still basically hated, jaded, acting like a buzzkill

I'm too used to these nights being fun-filled

Baby, baby I don't want to be a buzzkill

I don't want to be a buzzkill but the battle's always uphill

I need something new until I quit being such a buzzkill

[Verse 2: Slug]

I gotta get far away from the city man

I hate my job and I'm sick of my shitty band

All I can do is get drunk as the night is long

Stay inside and get high just to write my song

My girl's at the corner bar getting blasted too

She'll be back just a few minutes after two

She gets pissed cause I sound just like her dad

I pop shit like, "who picked up your tab?"

Go ahead and cry yourself to sleep

And I'll pour another drink for myself to think

But best believe when the VCR clock says four

Guaranteed I'll be knocking on that bedroom door

Switch it up, sing a different tune

Creep beneath the sheet and move in for the spoon

With my hands on your hips cause I'm asking for sex

With my cigarette breath on the back of your neck

Yeah, it often happens out of habit

Open door like the grocery store, automatic

Go deep, ocean floor, smashed in

Buzzkill for asking if she faked the orgasm

[Chorus]

Ain't seen it all but I think I've seen enough

Still basically hated, jaded, acting like a buzzkill

I'm too used to these nights being fun-filled

Baby, baby I don't want to be a buzzkill

I don't want to be a buzzkill but the battle's always uphill

I need something new until I quit being such a buzzkill

[Outro]

I don't want to be a buzzkill but the battle's always uphill

I need something new until I quit being such a buzzkill

I don't want to be a buzzkill but the battle's always uphill

I need something new until I quit being such a buzzkill