22 Lyrics

If you're gonna be in the business of marking out territories

You better remember I pay a fuck ton of money to be here

When you're asked what you do

Do you ever tell the truth?

That you spend all day on the couch in your living room

The one that I picked out

You're living off your daddy's life insurance

And a paycheck that comes twice a month

For the fourteen hours you spent pouring strangers' coffee

And flirting with girls that don't look like me

I can't stop thinking about the last time you sat in my car

Why was I so nice? I shouldn't have bit my tongue half as hard

I should've told you you're lazy and really not that smart

What you think about now we've all had figured out since middle school

And babe, you're 22

Is it my fault that you're so delusional

I should've used my platform to knock some sense into you

Now you're a hopeless case of self-justification

But you can't grab her ass the first time we're together in the same place

It's been three weeks

Are you trying to prove you're an asshole?

You're doing so well

You're doing so well