[Verse 1]
Watch out for people who call shot gun
Chances are they're not fun
I haven’t put out my album yet but it got done
I’m too busy traveling the country in a datsun

I went back to a flip phone
Most of the time it's just sitting by my hip bone
Cause i don’t need that shit
I just wanna a pretty junky i could relapse with

So i could stare at her eyes
Feelin like i’m sittin in a chair in the sky
I love playing with her hair when i’m high
I’ll take forbidden fruit any day over american pie

When real life hits her up she don’t care to reply
I’m the same way you’ll never see me wearing a tie
I’d share a casket with you if we were buried alive
Me and her playing truth or dare til we die

HOOK x2
U don’t need me u don’t need me
And i don’t think i need you
But if it works than we shouldn't need to

Pessimist people are pesticides
Let em cry, they need to be left to dry
The truth might hurts but living on the internet’s a lie
I can’t say it enough ... get outside

The dome is always better whenever she keeps her head up high
I hear her pussy purr when i pet her thighs
She let me get away with it cause i said it sly
If i’m the last Granata i’ll rack up a lotta debt and die

Wake up have a waffle and a beer
Pour it in a mason jar and keep the bottle for my tears
My mother took the blame, my father took the fears
Don’t be a drain be a faucet for the peers

How do you find yourself if your lost in a career
Feel like i’m selling out when i auction off my ear
I can’t handle getting caught up in the small talk
I’m hanging up i’ll just act like the call dropped

HOOK x2

I’m at the diner late night eating french toast
I guess i obtained some bloodstains on my trench coat
Chain smoked a pack of cigs woke up with some strep throat
Dragging my feat on the street while my head floats

There's heaven there's hell then there's vaudeville
I listen to Bill Burr, Bukowski and Bob Dyl
Smoke til i choke, blow coke and pops pills
No need to reprimand me cause i’m sure god will

In the wintertime the taverns a hot commodity
I like that its got camaraderie
Gettin lost in the frost of a cold mug
We all hate our jobs and wish that we sold drugs

Hiding in a hole in the wall
I’m not a solider at all, merely a shoulder for y’all
A canvas for you to cry on
What good is pullin strings in a world made of nylon

HOOK x 2

I don't think i need you
I don't think i need you
I don't think i need you
I don't think i need you