[Verse 1: Jack Duff and Brooklyn Wyatt]
Thought I'd end up with Sean
But he wasn't a match
Wrote some songs about Ricky
Now I listen and laugh
Even almost got married
And for Pete, I'm so thankful
Wish I could say, "Thank you" to Malcolm
'Cause he was an angel

[Pre-Chorus: Rye Beaumont and Andy Fowler]
One taught me love (love)
One taught me patience (patience)
And one taught me pain (pain)
Now, I'm so amazing
Say I've loved and I've lost (loved and I've lost)
But that's not what I see (what I see)
So, look what I got (oh no)
Look what you taught me
And for that, I say (and for that I say)

[Chorus: Andy Fowler, all and Rye Beaumont]
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I'm so very grateful for my ex
Thank you, next (Next) (thank you next)
Thank you, next (Next) (thank you next)
Thank you, next (Next)
I'm so very grateful for my ex
[Song transition: Rye Beaumont, Andy Fowler and Jack Duff]
Mhm, mm, mhm, mmm
Nooo
Mhm, mm, mhmmm
Yeah

[Verse 1: Rye Beaumont]
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus: Jack Duff]
My wrist, (my wrist) stop watchin', my neck (my neck) is flossy
Make big (make big) deposits, my gloss (my gloss) is poppin'
You like (you like) my hair? Gee, thanks, (gee, thanks) just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it (Yeah)

[Chorus: Andy Fowler and with Rye Beaumont]
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it, I want it, I got it
You like my hair? Gee, thanks, just bought it
I see it, I like it, I want it, I got it

[Song transition: Rye Beaumont]
Break up with your girlfriend, yeah yeah, 'cause I'm bored
[Verse 1: Brooklyn Wyatt, Mikey Cobban and Jack Duff]
You got me some type of way (Hmm)
Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm)
I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah)
But I know I shouldn't think about it
Took one fuckin' look at your face
Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm)
Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah)
But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it

[Pre-Chorus: Andy Fowler]
Then I realize she's right there
And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair"

[Chorus: Rye Beaumont and Andy Fowler]
Break up with your girlfriend (with your girlfriend, babe yeah)
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored
You could hit it in the mornin' (hit it in the mornin', babe)
Yeah, yeah, like it's yours
I know it ain't right
But I don't care (care) (yeah)
Break up with your girlfriend (with your girlfriend, babe yeah)
Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored, mhmm (bored, mhmm)