One, two, three, four

Hey, old man, how many times we gotta tell ya
We don't want none, but where you been so long?
Hey, girl, come on over
That'll be just fine

If it ain't workin', take a whiz on the world
An entire nation drinkin' from a dirty cup
My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah

When I'm walkin' my head is practically draggin'
Yeah, and all I ever see is just a whole lotta dirt
My whole life's been one long running gag
Two packs of red apples for the long ride home
Well, you know, baby

Sick of walkin' so you took a wrong way train
Then you sat down and couldn't get up
My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah
My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups

I don't know if it's real, but it's how I feel
Don't know if you really came, but I feel dumb in askin'
You should've been an actress, you so domineering
Take two white gold earrings for your troubles now

When it's looking dark, punch the future in the face
Instead of standing, I'm running around
The sharpest tool in school don't even know what's up
My best friend's long gone, but I got runner ups, yeah

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Writer(s): Kurt Samuel Vile