windshield

Bussing tables, trying not to bat an eye
When I saw the broke bartop scene
On her shirt in size 14 Fortnite font
Read "I'm his queen"
I found the man with the "I'm her king" shirt
At the urinal, beer in left hand
I told him, "Get your girl, she's slumped in a puddle"
And he told me that I've got the wrong man
You can't break me
Run it up
I can't afford to replace my windshield
You want a man who knows how to use his hands
And admittedly, that's not me
We can play ATM roulette
And use the funds to buy bootleg jeans
Shake the NyQuil nihilist smile
Hit the road, lend a car from a friend
Send a file to the old folks' home
So our senile smiles make it in
You can't break me
Run it up
I can't afford to replace my windshield
You can't break me
Run it up
I can't afford to replace my windshield



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Holston, Tommy Oeffling
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