If you're gonna be in the business of marking out territories
You better remember I pay a fuck ton of money to be here
When you're asked what you do
Do you ever tell the truth?
That you spend all day on the couch in your living room
The one that I picked out
You're living off your daddy's life insurance
And a paycheck that comes twice a month
For the fourteen hours you spent pouring strangers' coffee
And flirting with girls that don't look like me
I can't stop thinking about the last time you sat in my car
Why was I so nice? I shouldn't have bit my tongue half as hard
I should've told you you're lazy and really not that smart
What you think about now we've all had figured out since middle school
And babe, you're 22
Is it my fault that you're so delusional
I should've used my platform to knock some sense into you
Now you're a hopeless case of self-justification
But you can't grab her ass the first time
We're together in the same place
It's been three weeks
Are you trying to prove you're an asshole?
You're doing so well
You're doing so well