Blasted on a Weekday ft. Emma Rae Lyrics

What a surprise

I'm drinking my feelings

Rolling my eyes

Staring at the ceiling

And it's kinda funny

Cuz you've got your daddy's money

But it's not your wet dream

cuz you still can't have me

You tell me that you just want my company

But I don't really need a new accessory

Call me pretty, but I know your game

Why do all the boys look the same

I'm lying on your floor

Getting blasted on a weekday

I can't like it like that

You're the one I can't have

Why am I on your floor

Blasted on a weekday

I can't like it like that

You're the one I can't have

I can't like it like that

Like that, no

Bloodshot eyes

Your face is blurry

I see signs

That I make you worry

And it's kinda funny

That you'd kiss her when you love me

But it's unappealing

So I keep myself feeling

High it's nice to see you let's pretend we're friends

But we both know that I'll never see you again

Call me pretty but I know your game

Why do all the boys look the same

I'm lying on your floor

Getting blasted on a weekday

I can't like it like that

You're the one I can't have

Why am I on your floor

Blasted on a weekday

I can't like it like that

You're the one I can't have

I can't like it like that

Like that, no

Like that

Like that

No

Like that

Like that

No

Blasted on a weekday