Look back, remember
All those times we spent together
Watchin
All those corny ass tv shows
On that brand new gloss black vizio
Way back when
When we were watching all those shows on on demand
And we were sittin eatin donuts with our friends
Still hungover from a night of partyin
With Jose and a little Morgan
But it's boring
Tellin this story front to back fourteenth fucking time
So ill sum it up in a couple lines
It was cool, but now you blow lines like dimes
You ain't guilty of no fucking crime
Except being so damn closed minded
Yeah I fuckin partied at your house
Yeah we fuckin partied at your house
Ain't nothing changed except what you say
Okay
I ain't the best guy
But I try,
And you just cry.