I am not a piggy bank

However pink, round and shiny

Oh, I was never in your debt

Your love is not a currency

Yet, now my round belly's full of coins

Half intact and half digested

And if you really want 'em back

Well, you're sure gonna have to dig

We met at the pour house

Class of 14's speakeasy

Staff reserved your seat

And now the dirt taste keeps me seeing straight

For the time being

Let's see you crawl your way outta this one, hun

Shoulda cleared the cache ahead

Instead you wished I'd missed your pointy digits

Pick through my mentions

I will not bow down for a blue check

I won't pull shades to mask these red flags

I won't play house in a white van

Or your sedan, or the police station

I won't pray hard on the ride home

With your AC on or we're toast on the road

I'll free my breath, ungrip the leather, and move on

Shame, you almost had me conned

I swore I saw a squad for life

The only time we saw eye-to-eye

Is when we laughed at what the trash reply guys write

Now I'm seeing clear as crystals

Peered through holes in your defense

A catfishin', alias shiftin'

"Jekyll and Hyde Syndrome"-ass looking bitch

(Sick burn)

(You're so cool and right)

(One more time)

I won't bow down for a blue check

I won't pull shades to mask these red flags

I won't play house in a white van

Or your sedan, or the police station

I won't pray hard on the ride home

With your AC on or we're toast on the road

I'll free my breath, ungrip the leather, and move on

I'll free my breath and ungrip the leather

(Pick it up)

(Okay, now put it back)

I am not Woody, and you are not Buzz

You can't pull a string, hear what you want because

I freed my breath, ungripped the leather, and moved on