For a Good Time, Call

Do you want me live?
Bore me 'till I die

I don't get the zeitgeist
Coachella's just a pricey place
To photograph your sick life
Hide behind my filter
Quick! Take a pic!
Then I'll make it look sicker

Damn, he's a hit though!
Thousands on the 'gram
Now he's up to a kilo
Armed with a smart phone
And a rockin' torso
Sexy on the screen
But he's boring as cardboard

Do you want me live?
Bore me 'till I die

I crown this guy the worst
I could count the questions
He asks me on my fingers
Great explanation!
Wow, what'd I do to deserve this narration?

Countin' down the minutes
Until this shitty date ends
Pullin' out my phone when he
Leaves me for the restroom
Sendin' my location
Dropped a pin and now
She's headin' over this direction

Do you want me live?
Bore me 'till I die

Waitin' for my girl to come and swoop in
Save me quick before
I resort to castration
Boy I got my own sins
So fuck your fornication
50 shades of masturbation
Your pleasure is so far from my obligation
This conversation's so far from interesting
This beer that I hold holds no more expectation
I got other boys in town that I can call for lubrication

Do you want me...

Getting what I paid for
I'm getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for

Getting what I paid for
Yea getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for
Getting what I paid for



Credits
Writer(s): Lillian Krovoza, Christopher Perez
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