Gulf Lyrics

Walk to work at the gulf

'round the corner from my house

Pumping gas for a check

So my mom don't throw me out

Woah Woah Woah Woah

Yeah Woah

Hmm

For Rednecks in their trucks

Mad they peaked in high school

And house Rep. Peter King

So you better make room

Jacked guys with their dip

In their whips like a little bitch

Treating me like shit cause I'm skinny

And they're ripped yeah

Don't know what the hell you've gotta prove

And I showed up here with a bloody nose

Hungover I know everybody knows

Just messing, teaching me a lesson they've got

Your song on repeat

They've got your song on repeat

My boss gives advice 'bout the girls stuck in my head

It's not great but hey, imma take what I can get

Says my dad is a dick

Yeah man, fuck him you don't need him

Not your fault the way he's leaving, let him go

You'll be fine, give it time, maybe cool it with the blow

So while I'm cleaning up a bathroom stall,

You're makin royalties while I just fall

Behind I'll never see a dime of it while

They've got your song on repeat

They just don't pay me enough

They've got your song on repeat

And i'm hungover as fuck

And man it's killing me oh

They just don't pay me enough

Your song on repeat

And i'm hungover as fuck

My birthday was the other day you never sent a text

My friends say that I should send you a Venmo request

And hey man, I'm not trying to complain

Just got nothing from you but my last name

And trauma, could really use a dollar from your

Your song on repeat

Woo hoo