Lyrics

Act like your latte is a business expense Sponsor Facebook posts instead of paying rent You'd sound so much better without all that noise Kids wanna dance We wanna dance! You're not Mac DeMarco you dumb shit You won't make it big in this cesspit That you try to call the music scene Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Runnin' out of time (Running out of time!) Say you never would (Say you never would!) Say you'd rather die than reach a day When jamming didn't feel good Spend another grand Spend a couple more Relive the cycle every year, another dead-end tour I never told you what I thought of you when we first met I never told you what I thought of you when we first met I never told you what I thought of you when we first met I should have told you that I hated you when we first met