Lyrics:

I got a lot on my plate
So get off of my bag
My worries are piling up
And multiplying

Ain't got a lot on
My name and it disappears fast
Well I should spend less
I know I know I'm trying

I can't afford to change myself
For sleep almost every night
So I should plan my
Week accordingly so
I'll feel alright

I felt like going like
Nemo's for Monday
Tequila for Tuesday
We sleep thru the weekend
Zamora to Friday whenever
Hungover cause whenevers
Over so why don't you come over
before we get older

No I can not afford rent or to
Call it I drive but I still got
Champagne to help me not remember

Sitting on a tall fence looking
Down at both sides well I think
I should just stay put and a have
A f***ing dinner. it's like all I do
Just when I do when I need a friend

Who ses I can't have everything
I want and still eat my cake

I felt like going like
Nemo's for Monday
Tequila for Tuesday
We sleep thru the weekend
Zamora to Friday whenever
Hungover cause whenevers
Over so why don't you come over
Before we get older

Whenever hungover cause whenevers
Over so why don't you come over
Before we get older