U DON’T HAVE TO ROB ME Songtext
von DOMi & JD BECK
U DON’T HAVE TO ROB ME Songtext
You don′t have to rob me
It's not really worth it
I′ve only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck's up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit
Let's just go get
A couch from IKEA
Not too expensive
Just the right kind
Taking this home
Is gonna be a pain
I wish we could drive
I′ll call a Lyft
Don′t park out there
When it's dark outside
We might just get jumped
This spot is sketch
Nothing′s really safe
And everyone's insane
What made y′all crazy
No one's friendly
You don′t have to rob me
It's not really worth it
I've only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck′s up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit (Bitch)
Burnt all our cash
On shit that won′t last
We're totally broke
Can you call your dad
Breaking every rule
Is what we do the most
We broke Steven′s vase
And stole Andy's clothes
Making things hard
Is everyone′s delight
I won't do the same
But stay inside
Nothing′s really fun
When everyone's the same
What made us crazy
No one's friendly
You don′t have to rob me
It′s not really worth it
I've only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck′s up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit
It's not really worth it
I′ve only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck's up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit
Let's just go get
A couch from IKEA
Not too expensive
Just the right kind
Taking this home
Is gonna be a pain
I wish we could drive
I′ll call a Lyft
Don′t park out there
When it's dark outside
We might just get jumped
This spot is sketch
Nothing′s really safe
And everyone's insane
What made y′all crazy
No one's friendly
You don′t have to rob me
It's not really worth it
I've only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck′s up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit (Bitch)
Burnt all our cash
On shit that won′t last
We're totally broke
Can you call your dad
Breaking every rule
Is what we do the most
We broke Steven′s vase
And stole Andy's clothes
Making things hard
Is everyone′s delight
I won't do the same
But stay inside
Nothing′s really fun
When everyone's the same
What made us crazy
No one's friendly
You don′t have to rob me
It′s not really worth it
I've only got credit cards
And I can just cancel them
Know that you needed cash
But what the fuck′s up with that?
You can do what you want
But get away from my shit
Writer(s): James Beck, Domitille Degalle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com