Spice Rack

Lyrics

(Sk-sk-sk Skrrt) I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that Well you text me out the blue you think I like that You think I like that I hate small talk, I hate small talk I know you're all talk, I know you're all talk Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk I'm not jealous, I'm embarrassed for you Honestly, I'd walk to Paris for you Doesn't he live with his parents that's cute Honestly, I'm embarrassed for you If you want me back, then that ship has fucking sailed And I hope your shitty art will never fucking sell And I hope your shitty life is always fucking hell And I hope everyone you fuck after me fails I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that You think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I could give a fuck about your spice rack Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back You got a new place with your man you think I like that When you text me out the blue you think I like that I hate small talk, I hate small talk I hate small talk, I hate small talk I hate small talk, I hate small talk I hate small talk, I hate small talk If you want me back, then that ship has fucking sailed And I hope your shitty art will never fucking sell And I hope your shitty life is always fucking hell And I hope everyone you fuck after me fails