Letras
Got it freshman year and you think it's hot
That you bought a couple beers without getting caught
But baby, I'm not falling for it
Picture of a jerk, almost twice your age
I can't believe it worked down at Union Stage
They look away
And they pour it down, you're laying on the ground
And you're asking for another hit
Wasted at the bar, trying too hard
Just another weekend with the trust fund kids
You couldn't play it cool if you wanted to with me
I know where you've been and I won't let you in
With that fake ID
You call me on the phone, keep me up all night
'Cause you're scared to be alone when you get too high
And I don't like feeling sorry for you
Are you brokenhearted?
You finally got carded, it's about time
They take you outside
Face down on the ground, you drunken fucking clown
And you're begging for another hit
Wasted at the bar, trying too hard
Just another weekend with the trust fund kids
You couldn't play it cool if you wanted to with me
I know where you've been and I won't let you in
With that fake ID
Drunk off a tall boy White Claw
Just a crybaby with a fake ID (bet you wanna, bet you wanna)
One shot (laying on the ground)
Of cheap tequila (drunken fucking clown)
Just a crybaby with a fake ID (bet you wanna, bet you wanna)
Flatlined (let me pour it down)
Box of cheap wine (drunken fucking clown)
And some pink Whitney