High Standards

Even my high

Standards ain't that low

You son of a bitch

I'm sure I'll regret smoking in your shed

When I wake in the morning

Must've been bored

Outta my mind

But you had good weed and a bottle of wine

And, honestly, I was just tryin' to kill some time

Even my high

Standards ain't that low

You son of a bitch

I'm sure I'll regret smoking in your shed

When I wake in the morning

Damn it, I'm tired

Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes

I oughta go home

But I keep gettin' stoned

You've got my high standards low

You're rollin' up j's, get your hand off my knee

I hate your music, please don't speak

Until I get just one more hit in me

Even my high

Standards ain't that low

You son of a bitch

I'm sure I'll regret smoking in your shed

When I wake in the morning

Damn it, I'm tired

Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes

I oughta go home

But I keep gettin' stoned

You've got my high standards low

I'm too high for this, don't lean in for a kiss

Where'd you get the audacity? You piece of shit

I'll have you know I'm just here to smoke

Would it kill you to let it be what it is?

Even my high

Standards ain't that low

You son of a bitch

I'm sure I'll regret smoking in your shed

When I wake in the morning

Damn it, I'm tired

Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes

I oughta go home

But I keep gettin' stoned

You've got my high standards low

You've got my high standards low