usb 3.0 Lyrics

Hey, are you gonna come to my DJ set

Oh, you're busy

No, that's fine

No, it's like, I literally, I told you that I need my USB and it's at this time

Like, you said you were gonna bring the stage to the DJ set

Like, where am I gonna play if I can't play on the stage

Like, I guess I could play on the floors

But, you know what, it's fine

We're gonna get another floor and, like, I'll just forget about it

And it's a different part of the song

It's a different part of the song now

Lashing out on borrowed time

Reading in between the lines

I keyed my own car

Baby, baby, I'm a star

Lashing out on borrowed time

Reading in between the lines

I keyed my own car

Baby, baby, I'm a star

Crying into my old wounds

Heads are spinning in the room

Smoke another joint right now

Booming sounds

Fuck, it's loud

Cying into my old wounds

Heads are spinning in the room

Smoke another joint right now

Booming sounds

Fuck, it's loud

What do you mean I'm not on the guest list?

Like, I literally am DJing tonight

Why do you think I have this USB necklace on?

Do you think that I dress like this for fun?

Do you think that this is what I do for fun?

I mean, yes, this is what I do for fun

Can you please just check the guest list one more time?

Like, I know

Like, I've been in this situation before

And, like, usually someone just forgets to put my name on the list

And, like, that's fine

But I literally need to be on stage in 30 minutes

Are you kidding

And, like, oh, because, like, I'm fighting with the promoter and the door person

Like, I forgot the chorus

The chorus is supposed to be right now

And, like, I could go and I could rerecord this

But, like, why would I do that when I'm literally arguing with you about whether I can get let in for my own DJ set to debut this single at the DJ set

You know what

I'm not having a good time anymore

I just, I want to go home now

I want to go home

I want to smoke weed

I want a Shirley Temple

Yeah, this is not fun