Verse 1 (Dubbs): Indie bands will make her dance I love to watch them Yoga Pants Go back and forth, go forth and back, move so damn fast I'm so damn tranced Like a soda can she shake it and she blow up She show up to the club and she drank until she throw up So what, she get messy but she still look so damn sexy Guys give her their number saying you should call or text me She take advantage of their pipe dreams it might seem Like they got a chance to get her but she profits off free licquor So if you hanging with her and your pockets start to whither Ya better hit the ATM before she leaves to hang with him She really hates the gym but she shows up once a week Takes a selfie in the mirror posts to instagram and leaves Geez girl where ya mind at She starts to lose control that she knows but never mind that She can do just what she wants with that fine ass Even if she had more lips on her than a wine glass Chorus (Brett Hanson): Got the world and she knows it, oh she plays it well Try as you might to get inside never pass her shell Looks to kill throwin dolla bills, always dressed to impress Don’t fall in to the trap (What trap is that) of a hot mess Verse 2 (Dubbs): Not one to waste no time she goes to work in bar clothes At bar close she hears more lines then a barcode Talk about her shoes well shes got a couple car loads Which is funny she a few months due on her car loan She aint trippin tho daddy writes the checks still And every guy she talks to put her on a pedestal Noone in this bar would hesitiate to penetrate But none of them could get a date she just here to celebrate An aspiring actress doing lines by the script (Wait rewind that shit) doing lines by the script Get hypnotized by her hips and her thighs you might slip And find yourself confined in a line full of guys Who tryna get a chance for a convo for a dance Get her to their house maybe get up in her pants Now all the bad bitches lemme see ya hands now Ladies you the best hands down Chorus

He walk around town head down to whats really real Surrounded by clowns bout to drown how he really feel Shots of crown goin round with the philly peeled It’s goin down that he shouts as he grip the wheel Groundhog daze different day with the same shit Talkin to these broads different faces but the same chicks He’s been placed in this mind set he’s caged in He’s blind to the waste in the time he spends chasin The same shit TV stations push The shit rappers talk bout while blazin kush I cant really say I blame him tho Grow up like he did it’s the only thang ya know Closed minded clothes minded So mindless so spineless His lack of purpose so obvious Walks around town on his zombie shit And this is a warning this is not a hoax They’re here they’re coming for ya and their getting close Ya cant escape it it’s the fate of man kind These the kinda sights that could leave a man blind Ya can't stop itit’s all in due time Pay attention you gon’ lose your damn mind We're all just zombies She walk around town head down to the real world Face layered in make up like why don’t you keep it real girl She got her entire world stuffed in her purse Not sure who’s dreams she chasin but it isn’t hers Always gettin hurt but still she chase the same guys She like to have a good time and she stay high And I don’t blame her she was taught to blow that paper She gon worry bout it later but for now its fuck deez haters College educated but she always get faded And her days are all the same yeah there aint much in the rotation Left is law right is wrong takin shots light the bong Playlist it goes on but it only plays 8 songs Closed minded clothes minded So mindless so spineless Her lack of purpose so obvious Walks around town on her zombie shit