Well, I touch down run to my connection
A man in the gift shop called me a fag
I feel like my tucked-up erection
There's pressure all over my head
And I know that's how I get paid
But it's not really how I wanna get laid, so
Hundred forty when I last got weighed
And I'm gonna lose more by Saturday

And they're playing your song on the radio station
Muggin' me off all across the nation
If you don't eat, then you'll never grow
I should've learned that quite a while ago
I know it gets hard sometimes
Makin' out with people that you don't like
I know you don't feel alright
But you look just fine to me

Well, I pissed myself on a Texan intersection
With George spilling things all over his bag
And I took shit for being quiet during the election
Maybe that's fair, but I'm a busy guy
I get stoned and go where I'm gettin' paid
But it's not really how babies get made
So, I take a minute when I think I won't die from stopping
Oh, I'm just a busy guy

And they're playing your song on the radio station
Muggin' me off all across the nation
If you don't shoot, then you'll never know
You should've learned that quite a while ago
I know it gets hard sometimes
Takin' out your shit on the ones you like
You know, I didn't feel alright
Until you spoke to me

You
I've been waiting for you
My whole life waiting for you
I've been waiting for you

Well, I'm gonna get a condom, that's for her protection
And then maybe I'll get myself a fun night Writer/s: Adam Brian Thomas Hann, George Bedford Daniel, Matthew Timothy Healy, Ross Stewart MacDonald
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
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