Top Shelf

She left him high and dry for a top shelf prick Cause he couldn't get straight He'd stay out late All the time with the boys Doing his thing late at night Late at night So now he's all alone on a best friends couch With a fucking dog licking his face Little kid that's shitting his pants Waking him up every night Every night Drunk text, cab, money, food Simple living Write a song And hope the kids are gonna sing it It's what we do in our past time And we get paid doing it And we get paid doing it And now she's calling his phone Cause her old man's out And she's all alone Getting high by herself Really turned on by the things in her head The things in her head The things in her head So she calls him a cab on her old man's dime He's heading straight to her house To do the things that she likes They both passed out And her man came home Found em lying in bed Lying in bed So now she's all alone On a best friends couch With a fucking dog licking her face Little kid's shitting his pants Waking her up Late at night Late at night Drunk text, cab, money, food Simple living Write a song And hope the kids are gonna sing it It's what we do in our past time And we get paid doing it And we get paid doing it