I don't want to go to happy hour with you today
I don't want to go to happy hour with you again
Ever again, ever again
Ever again, ever again
I don't want to go to happy hour with you today
I don't want to go to happy hour with you again
Ever again, ever again
I could never get fired because I hired myself
I will never sell out but I won't sit on the shelf
My first whip just might be a 'Bago
Cream cheese you can hold the bagel
I like my money like I like my Lego's
Look at the stars, they were all yellow
Ay, covart what I'm wearing to the Met though
I'm the one and I knew it from the get go
I made quesadillas 5 times this week
I'm so cheesy that I smile when I text
Graduated school in '17 dog, then I went West
I'm on Santa Monica, the weather make it feel Heaven
Tuesday isn't promise dog, I don't really want to settle
This my time, this my shot
Miss my mom, I kiss my watch
Now or never