You Look Like A Drunk Phoebe Bridgers
Da da da da da da da dum
Don't try and say I didn't warn ya
Should've left those games in California
You've got a knife
Well I've got a gun
If you're gonna walk
Then I'm gonna run
Right over you
Cause I've got nothing to lose
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
Go ahead I'll let you take the first punch
Cause honey I know you ain't got much
You're going down
In front of your friends
You try to get up
I'll knock your ass out again
I mean all disrespect
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
(Stay away from me)
You're a snake
You're a liar
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of you running your mouth
You're a snake
You're a liar
I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm ending this shit now
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
(You've got a knife)
(Well I've got a gun)
(If you're gonna walk)
Stay away from me
(Then I'm gonna run)
(You're going down)
(In front of your friends)
You better stay away
(You've got a knife)
(Well I've got a gun)
(If you're gonna walk)
Stay the hell away
(Then I'm gonna run)
(You're going down)
(In front of your friends)
Stay away from me
Don't try and say I didn't warn ya
Should've left those games in California
You've got a knife
Well I've got a gun
If you're gonna walk
Then I'm gonna run
Right over you
Cause I've got nothing to lose
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
Go ahead I'll let you take the first punch
Cause honey I know you ain't got much
You're going down
In front of your friends
You try to get up
I'll knock your ass out again
I mean all disrespect
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
(Stay away from me)
You're a snake
You're a liar
I'm sick and I'm tired
Of you running your mouth
You're a snake
You're a liar
I'm sick and I'm tired
I'm ending this shit now
Woah, woah
He's a dirty thief
Woah, woah
Stay the hell away from me
All you want
Is to take the money and run
You son of a bitch
I've had it
Stay away from me
(You've got a knife)
(Well I've got a gun)
(If you're gonna walk)
Stay away from me
(Then I'm gonna run)
(You're going down)
(In front of your friends)
You better stay away
(You've got a knife)
(Well I've got a gun)
(If you're gonna walk)
Stay the hell away
(Then I'm gonna run)
(You're going down)
(In front of your friends)
Stay away from me
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Luther, John Gates, Chloe Kinnon
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