Stupid Prizes

Word gets around, buys a round
And tries to drown everything he shoulda never done
You're number one
On a list of fools who thought to use everything
But that brain in your head that God gave ya
Now you're getting just what's been coming for ya

I'm gone, and I ain't looking back
Why are you acting so surprised when
Everybody but you knows that stupid games win stupid prizes?
Ice-cold bed like a jail cell, midnight calls straight to voicemail
You played me, rolled the dice, and stupid games win stupid prizes

You kiss a girl and lie to me
Found out your dirt, and that's the kind of hurt
That you can't sweep under the rug
Now the only trophy you're holding's a whole lot of lonely 'cause

I'm gone, and I ain't looking back
Why are you acting so surprised when
Everybody but you knows that stupid games win stupid prizes?
Ice-cold bed like a jail cell, midnight calls straight to voicemail
You played me, rolled the dice, and stupid games win stupid prizes

Congratulations, they should hang your picture in the hall
You're the winner of losing it all

I'm gone, and I ain't looking back
Why are you acting so surprised when
Everybody but you knows that stupid games win stupid prizes?
Ice-cold bed like a jail cell, midnight calls straight to voicemail
You played me, rolled the dice, and stupid games win stupid prizes

Ice-cold bed like a jail cell, midnight calls straight to voicemail
You played me, rolled the dice, and stupid games win stupid prizes



Credits
Writer(s): Peter Christian Good, Josh Jenkins, Krista Slaubaugh, Kendra Slaubaugh
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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