It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
I want everything I see on the TV screen
And I want
Everything I see on my Insta feed
And I need what all my favorite people have
Sex tapes, jewelry, kids in drag
These are things I need to have
But you oppress me
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
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It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
I want everything I see on the TV screen
And I want
Everything I see on my Insta feed
And I need what all my favorite people have
Sex tapes, jewelry, kids in drag
These are things I need to have
But you oppress me
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
I want everything I see on the TV screen
And I want
Everything I see on my Insta feed
And I need what all my favorite people have
Sex tapes, jewelry, kids in drag
These are things I need to have
But you oppress me
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
It's a bad bad day when a boy gives up on love
'Cause it used to be roses and coffee dates
Now its dick size and what's in your bank
Can you make me someone with fame?
Or are you just,
A family name?
I don't like your dad,
He reminds me of my dad
I don't like your mother,
She seems a little sad
You don't have a job that gives me a right to brag
Writer: Lowell Scott Ashbrook
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC