Mac and Steeze

(Dude, what?) If it's too late for me to change then I'm sorry Guess I'll grow up inside my casket underneath Of a planet I'll buy with all my music money What's the exchange rate for 100,000 streams? It's about twenty dollars I'm drunk, I'll probably call her Father's least favorite daughter Probably 'cause he hates all the songs I taught her And I bought her Hair dye that looks so awful I think it makes her hotter And now I can't see her 'till I get a job Whoa Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Alone We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it A show I'll entertain and pray to never change a note I don't think I can grow up Heard your parents are gone, went upstate for the summer And you're taking some business classes in the evening Can I see you exactly how I saw you In my Neck Deep t-shirt with nothing underneath? Your house is open, copy Perfect, let's throw a party And invite everybody Can my band play cause we have merch and I ran out of money? I swear our jokes are funny I got new songs, they're lovely And we don't suck as much as we used to Whoa Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Alone We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it A show I'll entertain and pray to never change a note I don't think I can grow up What're we gonna do? The question isn't "what are we going to do?" The question is "what aren't we going to do?" If you had access to a car like this Would you take it back right away? Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Neither would I Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Whoa Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Alone We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it A show I'll entertain and pray to never change a note I don't think I can grow up Whoa Oh, when we think back to these days we'll feel so Alone We'll pack a basement, pack a bowl and face it A show I'll entertain and pray to never change a note I don't think I can grow up