Get off Your Phone

Good morning, motherfucker, say hi to me, now would you?
Be polite, you ain't pretty rides ain't free
Tell me, did mom make your lunch while you were playing
With your fucking self?
Please, grow up, boy, give her some rest

You're always on social media, but clearly you're fucking anti-social
Can't fucking stand you, that's a shame
The way you are dicking around and waisting my fucking time
You shit, you know you're the one to blame

Always looking down, all alone
Why don't you get off your fucking phone?
You drive me mad, on your own
You're about to enjoy it at home

Good day, motherfucker, I'd hit you if I didn't like you
You're a fucking hazard, that's a fact
You walk like you're blindfolded, look like a fucking zombie
We had to put warning signs on your back

You look like a hilly billy trying to look pretty
You know I can't even trust you with a knife
And while you're filming not living, with all the shit you're missing
At least, you'll have pictures of your life

Tell me, why can't you see?
You bore the shit out of me
If that's your life, you're doing it wrong
Stop taking pictures all day long

Always looking down, all alone
Why don't you get off your fucking phone?
You drive me mad, on your own
You're about to enjoy it at home