I listen to bands led by guys called Mark and think about making you mine
Now its 5am I'm in the car back home and we're married so I guess it's all fine
I'm getting sick to f*cking death of all my shitty rhymes
I'm getting sick to f*cking death of all this f*cking rain
And my nikes are just slowly fading away
I just need to make it past Tuesday
Death to the people who talk in the steam room
Death to the people who leave receipts at self serve
Death to the better devil you know