Mac and Steeze

By Picture Us Tiny

Released on August 17, 2022

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[Verse 1]

If it’s too late for me to change then I’m sorry

Guess I’ll grow up inside my casket underneath

Of a planet I’ll buy with all my music money

What’s the exchange rate for 100,000 streams?


[Pre-Chorus 1]

It’s about twenty dollars

I'm drunk, I’ll probably call her

Father’s least favorite daughter

Probably ‘cause he hates all the songs I taught her

And I bought her

Hair dye that looks so awful

I think it makes her hotter

And now I can’t see her ‘till I get a job


[Chorus]

Whoa

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so

Alone

We’ll pack a basemеnt, pack a bowl and face it

A show

I’ll entertain and pray to nеver change a note

I don’t think I can grow up


[Verse 2]

Heard your parents are gone, went upstate for the summer

And you’re taking some business classes in the evening

Can I see you exactly how I saw you

In my Neck Deep t-shirt with nothing underneath?


[Pre-Chorus 2]

Your house is open, copy

Perfect, let’s throw a party

And invite everybody

Can my band play 'cause we have merch

And I ran out of money?

I swear our jokes are funny

I got new songs, they’re lovely

And we don’t suck as much as we used to


[Chorus]

Whoa

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so

Alone

We’ll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it

A show

I’ll entertain and pray to never change a note

I don’t think I can grow up


[Bridge]

What’re we gonna do?

The question isn’t “what are we going to do?”

The question is “what aren’t we going to do?”

If you had access to a car like this

Would you take it back right away?

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so

Neither would I

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so


[Chorus]

Whoa

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so

Alone

We’ll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it

A show

I’ll entertain and pray to never change a note

I don’t think I can grow up

Whoa

Oh, when we think back to these days we’ll feel so

Alone

We’ll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it

A show

I’ll entertain and pray to never change a note

I don’t think I can grow up