Tar Pit
Freak funk, dumpster punk
Missed call, only fans know
Phony trolls, falling toads
Lock your door, stay at home
Jitterbug in your room
Tighten up it's coming soon
Bloody feet, oh time flew
Memories all from my room
All from my room
Scream and laugh, don't be mad
One fatal step from feeling bad
Shake that shit, I'm not feeling hip
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
I'm not feeling hip, in fact I feel like shit
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Close your eyes, it won't hurt
Prophecies of Tinder flirts
Cyborg kids on their phones
A million likes until it's old
I'm feeling old
In my dreams I speak with you
Ethereal old school flu
Crowded room, sloppy kiss
Sharing spliff, not regretting it
Now regretting it
Bump and grind, scream and cry
Clap your hands like you could die
Throw yourself on a neighbor's back
On the ground you scream and laugh
You scream and laugh
Scream and laugh, don't be mad
One fatal step from feeling bad
Shake that shit, I'm not feeling hip
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
I'm not feeling hip, in fact I feel like shit
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Missed call, only fans know
Phony trolls, falling toads
Lock your door, stay at home
Jitterbug in your room
Tighten up it's coming soon
Bloody feet, oh time flew
Memories all from my room
All from my room
Scream and laugh, don't be mad
One fatal step from feeling bad
Shake that shit, I'm not feeling hip
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
I'm not feeling hip, in fact I feel like shit
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Close your eyes, it won't hurt
Prophecies of Tinder flirts
Cyborg kids on their phones
A million likes until it's old
I'm feeling old
In my dreams I speak with you
Ethereal old school flu
Crowded room, sloppy kiss
Sharing spliff, not regretting it
Now regretting it
Bump and grind, scream and cry
Clap your hands like you could die
Throw yourself on a neighbor's back
On the ground you scream and laugh
You scream and laugh
Scream and laugh, don't be mad
One fatal step from feeling bad
Shake that shit, I'm not feeling hip
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Yeah this tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
I'm not feeling hip, in fact I feel like shit
This tar pit reeks, let me sink in it
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Joseph Weitz, Ben Klebanoff
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