Upcoming Concerts for Claire Ernst
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Claire Ernst
Background Vocals
Ben Phillips
Percussion
Craig Young
Bass Guitar
Rob McNeiley
Electric Guitar
Brent Anderson
Acoustic Guitar
Joe Trentacosti
Performer
Jerry Roe
Drums
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
Chris DuBois
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Claire Ernst
Songwriter
Brent Anderson
Songwriter
Chris DuBois
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Claire Ernst
Producer
Ben Phillips
Producer
Joe Trentacosti
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
You're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time
You'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke
Living in your momma's basement
Talking 'bout you don't wanna pay rent
Say that you're saving, saving
Saving for what?
Another eighty-dollar t-shirt you can wear on the bus
I'm done with making out
'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account
I've been tryna lock out to find a way around
The elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do
You're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time
You'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke, uh
Broke, hmm
Broke, hmm
And I, I remember that first night
You were looking so damn fine
I swear I've never seen any eyes that blue
Standing a six-foot-two
I was so busy looking there cute
I never even stopped to think
That you never even bought me a drink
Boy, I'm done with making out
'Cause the whole time I'm thinking 'bout your bank account
I've been tryna lock out to find a way around
The elephant in the room
You ain't got a job and I do
Yeah, you're lucky that you're cute
'Cause if you didn't look like that
I'd already packed my bags
But that ain't no excuse
For that piece of shit you drop
Make me pick you up all the time
Yeah, you'd always split the bill
Always tryna smoke my weed
Saying "I'ma hit you back next week"
Boy, I know you never will
That I'll probably have to buy my own ring
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Broke, uh
Broke, hmm
Broke, hmm
I'ma make your heart look just like your phone screen
Writer(s): Charles Christopher Du Bois, Brent Anderson, Claire Elizabeth Ernst
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