CHIPS (feat. American Teeth)
Eating chips on my bed
68 unread texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it 'til we're dead
If I bought a locket, could I have a strand of your hair?
Would you have my back if it got too scary out there?
When the medication tastes like hell
Could you maybe save me from myself again?
Who needs jealousy when
You've got you and I'vе got me?
Eating chips on my bed
68 unrеad texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Listening to Cudi, rollin' up a spliff in your room
I get too high and laugh at everything you do
When the medication tastes like hell
I'll be there to save you from yourself again, ooh
Who needs jealousy when
You've got you and I've got me?
Eating chips on my bed
68 unread texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Kick it 'til we're dead
68 unread texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it 'til we're dead
If I bought a locket, could I have a strand of your hair?
Would you have my back if it got too scary out there?
When the medication tastes like hell
Could you maybe save me from myself again?
Who needs jealousy when
You've got you and I'vе got me?
Eating chips on my bed
68 unrеad texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Listening to Cudi, rollin' up a spliff in your room
I get too high and laugh at everything you do
When the medication tastes like hell
I'll be there to save you from yourself again, ooh
Who needs jealousy when
You've got you and I've got me?
Eating chips on my bed
68 unread texts
We avoid making friends
And killing time and boring sex
'Cause it's all the same in the end
This life's a sitcom, play pretend
Spend your money, say you love me
Let's just kick it, kick it 'til we're dead
Kick it 'til we're dead
Credits
Writer(s): Elisha Noll, Colin Brittain, Ryan Jillian Santiago
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