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