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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Background Vocals
Ben Phillips
Ben Phillips
Percussion
Craig Young
Craig Young
Bass Guitar
Rob McNelly
Rob McNelly
Electric Guitar
Brent Anderson
Brent Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Jerry Roe
Jerry Roe
Drums
Dave Cohen
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Songwriter
Brent Anderson
Brent Anderson
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claire Ernst
Claire Ernst
Producer
Ben Phillips
Ben Phillips
Producer
Joe Trentacosti
Joe Trentacosti
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

You’re lucky that your cute
Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags
But that ain’t no excuse
For that piece a shit you drive
Make me pick you up all the time
You always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying imma hit you back next week
Boy I know you never will
Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring
Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke
Living in your mamas basement
Talking bout you don’t wanna pay rent
You say that your saving, saving
Saving for what?
Another 80 dollar t-shirt you could wear on the bus
I’m done with making out
Cuz the whole time I’m thinking bout your bank account
I been trying like hell to find a way around the elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do
You’re lucky that your cute
Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags
But that ain’t no excuse
For that piece a shit you drive
Make me pick you up all the time
You always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying imma hit you back next week
Boy I know you never will
Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring
Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke
And I, I remember that first night
You were looking so damn fine
I swear i’ve never seen any eyes that blue
Standing at 6 foot 2
I was so busy looking at you
I never even stopped to think
That you never even bought me a drink
I’m done with making out
Cuz the whole time I’m thinking bout your bank account
I been trying like hell to find a way around the elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do
You’re lucky that your cute
Cuz if you didn’t look like that I’d already pack my bags
But that ain’t no excuse
For that piece a shit you drive
Make me pick you up all the time
You always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying imma hit you back next week
Boy I know you never will
Bet I’d prolly have to buy my own ring
Imma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke
Written by: Brent Anderson, Charles Christopher Du Bois, Chris DuBois, Claire Ernst
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