You're always in your overdraft
That's why it makes me laugh
When you act like you have tonnes of money
Friday night photograph of the CÎROC you had
To split twelve ways with your buddies
And just because you know one Arctic Monkeys song
Doesn't make you indie, if anything it's icky
And l'm not gonna tolerate your growing pains
I'm not your babysitter, babe
That's way above my paygrade
Oh, I'm long overdue an upgrade
I'm not here to teach you how to behave
Found someone who has everything you lack
Don't be mad
But I'm gonna go date your dad
(Haha)
(Dad, uh-oh)
You love to blow your smoke
Said you coulda been pro
But sadly your knee broke, now you're a bricky
And half the shit you say
You just regurgitate straight from, "I'm just bait"
Like it's whitty
Wheel pic of the Benz that your mum pays for
With the one-litre engine 'cause you couldn't get insured
And you think you're so hard, but can't parallel park
I'm not your driving instructor, babe
That's way above my paygrade
Oh, I'm long overdue an upgrade
I'm not here to teach you how to behave
Found someone who has everything you lack
Don't be mad
But l'm gonna go date your dad
I don't need a child, I need a man
When you grow up, you'll understand
He's got everything that you don't have
Don't be mad
But l'm gonna go date your dad
He's fitter, he's richer
He's got his shit together
He's a winner, delivers
He even cooks me dinner
And it's not homewrecking
You're invited to the wedding
So don't be sad
But I'm gonna go date your dad
That's my number if you could just go and pass it on to him
Tell him that I'm free tonight
Any time after five
My bad
But I'm gonna go date your dad
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