Boss man want me fired
But I quit instead
Said I'd get a raise
Fuck a fifty cent
Trading cash for minutes
Don't make any sense
I'd rather spend my summer
With her pitching tents
Onto better things
I love several women
Bought eleven rings
But now i'm stuck to one
And never severing
Bitches trying to steal me
Quit the metaling
Eyes in the rain
I swear these people insane
Out west is where the cest is
Im in the right
Fuck all that pain in my chest
That needle haven't touched my neck yet
All of them guys
I swear they all do the same
I never would've guessed it
Ducking my rides
Not really trying my best
I'm smoking too much on my bed spread
She said she moving to vine
She want some art on her chest
Jump in that pool full of water
And paint my. nails for the zest
She'll pay too much for the rent
Flip on that pole for the check
End up on hub for the rest
Then take that thirty percent
I don't really wanna go
Go home
Talking shit all on your telephone
Telephone
Take it all back
All back, yeah
I don't wanna go back
Go back
I don't really wanna go
Go home
Talking shit all on your telephone
Telephone
Take it all back
All back, yeah
I don't wanna go back
Go back
I've been feeling lazy
I been thinking lately
Am I going down the right road?
Well uh oh
I wont call you baby
But can you really blame me?
But did I overcomplicate it
By writing stupid love songs
Girl I know they on your playlist
And you'll play this, but
Did I overcomplicate it
By writing stupid love songs
Girl I know they on your playlist
And you'll play this, but
I don't really wanna go
Go home
Talking shit all on your telephone
Telephone
Take it all back
All back, yeah
I don't wanna go back
Go back
I don't really wanna go
Go home
Talking shit all on your telephone
Telephone
Take it all back
All back, yeah
I don't wanna go back
Go back
I don't really wanna go
Go home
Talking shit all on your telephone
Telephone
Take it all back
All back, yeah
I don't wanna go back
Go back