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Hot
02:38
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Don't you think it's kind of funny how you only call me up
When you're looking for a party, and say you just maybe might show up
I know it's tough to find a buddy and that it's hard to find a friend
And that it sucks to be a loser when you're doing shots of Jager again
But I know it's hard with all that self-critique
For waking up in someone's sheets
At twelve o'clock three days a week
'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, so tell me why you think that you're hot
Do me a favor and don't touch me, because it kinda creeps me out
I think you might be hiding something that you don't wanna tell your parents about
You say you're gonna play the piano and that you wanna learn the blues
And that you're gonna read the bible to help expand your cultural views
But I know that it's so hard to find the time
Out getting laid and drinking wine
Like culture now is such a crime
'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, so tell me why you think that you're hot
Collared shirt punk rock revolution
Stoner culture wealth redistribution
College kid class system revolution
What's your excuse for that?
Collared shirt punk rock revolution
Stoner culture wealth redistribution
College kid class system revolution
What's your excuse for that? What's your excuse for that?
'Cause you say that you're an artist but you just smoke pot
You say that you'll explain and they you say that you forgot
You tell her you're a lover then you tell me that you're not
You ain't got no fire, you ain't got no fire, you ain't got no fire
So tell me why you think that you're hot
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Young, Fun and Beautiful
02:11
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You did it all on your own, that much anyone can see
And all you had was your backpack, bag, and college degree
Nobody said it'd be easy, t took a whole lot of work
But being young, fun and beautiful couldn't have hurt
Though you don't pay for your phone, there's still lots of things you do
Like drinking endless mimosas on a Sunday afternoon
And you deserve all the credit for everything that you've earned
But being young, fun and beautiful couldn't have hurt
One day you'll move out of the city and have a yard with grass
And I pray you don't feel shitty for falling down
From upper middle class to lower upper middle class
You did it all on your own, and thats no tiny feat
'Cause all you had was your laptop bag and university
Nobody said it'd be easy, it took a whole lot of work
But being young, fun and beautiful
Young, fun and beautiful
Young, fun and beautiful
Couldn't have hurt
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