Doggy

Fair game, darling

We had potential, but you can't help falling out

Fair game, darling

We had potential, but you can't help falling out

I hate your favorite song (but even more)

I hate the shit you be on (on top of that, dawg)

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

Yeah, on top of that, dawg

I want it automatic, everyone else TV static

I hate you in my bedroom, on the floor, not on the mattress (uh-huh)

Feel like I'm doing something wrong

When I ask you to do it with the lights turned on

You hate my favorite song, but you love the way I look when I sing along

I hate your favorite song (but even more)

I hate the shit you be on (on top of that, dawg)

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

Uh, on top of that, dawg

Alright, I think we all collectively could take a second

I can see the bags forming under your eyes

I used to make you tangle up a telephone wire

Now you avoid me like an airborne virus

I know, some of them things I used to see on TV

Some of them things you say keep me up, baby

Some of them things you say keep me up again

And again, and again, and again

I need to be judged, don't need to be loved

You waking me up, I jump off the ramp

You answer my call, keep-keeping me slumped

I need something for it

And on top of that, these rip-offs and trashy sitcoms

We catch are making me flaccid

On top of that, she-she talks too fast

Her jokes stink, we laugh, I don't think we lasting

I hate your favorite song (but even more)

I hate the shit you be on (on top of that, dawg)

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

Yeah, on top of that, dawg (okay)

Fair game, darling (come on)

We had potential, but you can't help falling out (come on)

Fair game, darling

We had potential, but you can't help falling out