Doggy

Fair game, darlin'

We had potential but you can't help fallin' out

Fair game, darlin'

We had potential but you can't help fallin' out

I hate your favorite song (But even more)

I hate the shit you be on

On top of that, though

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

On top of that, though

I want it automatic

Everyone else TV static

I hate you in my bedroom

On the floor, not on the mattress

Feel like I'm doing something wrong

When I ask you to do it with the lights turned on

You hate my favorite song

But you love the way I look when I sing along

I hate your favorite song (But even more)

I hate the shit you be on

On top of that, though

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

On top of that, though

Alright, I think we all collectively can take a second

I can see the bags formin' under your eyes

I used to make you tangle up a telephone wire

Now you avoid me like an airborne virus

I know

Some of them things I used to see on TV

Some of them things you say keep me up at night

Some of them things you say keep me up again

And again, and again, and again, and a—

I need to be judged, don't need to be loved

You wakin' me up, I jump off the ramp

You answer my call, keep keepin' me slumped

I need something for—

And on top of that, these rip offs

And trashy sitcoms

We catch are making me flaccid

On top of that

Shit, she talks too fast

Her jokes stink, we laugh

I don't think we lastin'

I hate your favorite song (But even more)

I hate the shit you be on

On top of that, though

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog

On top of that, though

Fair game, darlin'

We had potential but you can't help fallin' out

Fair game, darlin'

We had potential but you can't help fallin' out

I hate your favorite song (But even more)

I hate the shit you be on

On top of that, though

I hate the name of your dog

I hate the name of your dog (Yeah)

On top of that, though