Front Seat’s Overrated

Rob Morezze

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(“Doo~ doo~ doo~ yeah…”)

Heh… you talk too much, babe.

Ever tried being quiet for a minute?

You said I’m just a backseat wannabe, ("wannabe~")

Well good at least I’m not drivin’ crazy. ("crazy~")

You shout red flags like a holy crusade,

But girl, you’re the drama every day.

(“mm-hmm~”)

You said I’m insecure,

(“Oh no~”)

While you post thirst traps that’s for sure.

Maybe I’m trash, maybe you’re bored,

Either way, we both lost the scoreboard.

You block, I laugh,

You rage, I nap.

Every app’s your therapy room,

Girl, your posts spell doom and gloom.

(“Doo-waa-doo-waa, drama all day long~”)

You said I’m gross, yeah maybe a bit,

But you’re the one still stalking my shit.

You said I’m weird that’s fair, okay,

But you still check my stories every day.

Front seat’s overrated~

I’m chillin’ back here, medicated~

You drive fast, I sip slow~

You post pain, I let it go~

(“Hahaha~ sweet one, bro~”)

You said I stole your lipstick shade,

Heh maybe I just like lemonade.

You called me dumb, that might be true,

Still, you called me “baby” too.

(“baaaaby too~”)

You brag online like you’re the queen,

But everyone knows what that really means.

You said you shine I said fine,

I’m just the moon takin’ my time.

(“Mmm~ takin’ my tiiime~”)

You scream, I snack,

You text, I nap.

You said I’m banned from the whole internet,

But I’m vibin’ on Bandcamp, not upset.

(“Bandcamp~ Bandcamp~ lazy life on Bandcamp~”)

You make me laugh, not sick,

Your rants are weak, not slick.

You speed into your ego storm,

I stay chill that’s my form.

Front seat’s yours, babe, go drive~

I’ll stay back, just stayin’ alive~

You said I’m “ick”? poetic, sweet~

You’re still my favorite toxic tweet~

“Oh no~ don’t you cry~

It’s just another lullaby~

You said I’m gross maybe true~

But baby, you liked it too~”

Haha… yeah, you did.

"I’m chill, you stew~

You rage, I snooze~”

You talk red flags like a detective,

But babe, you’re the main suspect.

I’m just a passenger, quiet and free,

You’re the GPS of misery.

No one needs that drama, baby~

I’m in the backseat, lo-fi slow~

Tape hiss + coffee flow~

Heh…

Yeah, I’ll stay in the back.

Better view, less noise.

("doo-doo… doo… stay chill, stay back~")

Front seat?

…not worth the gas.

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