Takeout Junkie

Here comes the dopamine
Every time that I hit "order"
Not before I ask myself the meaning of this service fee
Don't they know it's me
I'm a king, I'm a junkie
I'm a professional Takeout Junkie

Long day of working for nobody
Always looking out for number one
So I shouldn't feel bad
If I make my fridge sad
This is what I need, it's not a power trip at all

Go sifting through what they've "picked for you"
Of course I'm gonna "order it again"
Give it to me half price
I could do this all night
Never gonna stop
Even when I'm full

Here comes the dopamine
Every time that I hit "order"
Not before I ask myself the meaning of this service fee
Don't they know it's me
I'm a king, I'm a junkie
I'm a professional Takeout Junkie

I'm bleeding now
All accounts are draining
Can't figure out
Why I feel so empty
The more I try, the more I feel like
I'm feeding a tapeworm
That isn't there at all

Woaaaaaaaaaaah
Woaaaaaaaaaaah

Don't they know it's me
Woah I'm a king I'm a junkie
I'm a professional Takeout Junkie
(He's a Takeout Junkie)
(He's a Takeout Junkie)
Don't they know it's me



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Lovejoy
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