[Intro]

This time will be different

Listen here fine shyt

I'm just a fat fucking chud

1, 2, 3, Go

[Pre-Chorus]

Eyelashes, Left them on the table

Beside the mattress, with some cash tips

Empty bottle of wine, a couple glasses

Shirt stained from the cigarette ashes

And the matches

When you wake up and you put on your glasses

Hope you still want me Like you did last night

Know I promised you that I wouldn't ask this

But I'm anxious

[Chorus]

I got love inside my throat

I can't swallow

I don't have money

Or too many follows

You wanted Dijon or Omar Apollo

I give you nothing

And ask for a ride home

Say you want a show

You rock bottom

It's not the tightest

Of programs to follow

Spend all your time

Here with me, doing nada

Put all your faith in

The spin of a bottle

[Verse]

Some of you wait where the trash is

Heat waves come in flashes

Usually not this bashful

I thought I got past it

I hope you forget about

All your previous attachments

I know that sounds dramatic

I'm nothing more than plastic

I'm nothing but a douchebag, asshole

Scumbag, You should never

Let me pull a fast one

Hate it when you compare me

To all the other past ones

Fuck words

I'mma need like every single password

Make it go faster

Make it get nasty

When you call I'mma answer

You could have like anything you want

When you come back here

It's the only life you got

Let's make it a disaster

[Bridge]

If you make it home

And your still alone

Did you make the wrong

Decision about someone

I don't need to know it

When you wake up

I'll be gone

Call me and I'll come over

Whenever you want

[Pre-Chorus]

Eyelashes, Left them on the table

Beside the mattress, with some cash tips

Empty bottle of wine, a couple glasses

Shirt stained from The cigarette ashes

And the matches

When you wake up and you put on your glasses

Hope you still want me

Like you did last night

Know I promised you that I wouldn't ask this

But I'm anxious

[Chorus]

I got love inside my throat

I can't swallow

I don't have money

Or too many follows

You wanted Dijon or Omar Apollo

I give you nothing

And ask for a ride home

Say you want a show

You rock bottom

It's not the tightest

Of programs to follow

Spend all your time

Here with me, doing nada

Put all your faith in

The spin of a bottle