the ballad of bobby hill

I wouldn't go out if I could I'd rather spend the nigh at your house watching things I've seen A thousand times before Maybe the sun could do me good But I don't feel the need to find out lately I just don't want to seem like such a bore Clean my bedroom Fold my clothes Check the mail, and hope that I don't owe any money Call my mom back On the phone Cause I always text when you needed to talk to somebody And I regret to say that I just fucked the day off I seem to be so good at that I'd rather wait to see how this thing pays off But I'm not so good at math Clean my bedroom Fold my clothes Check the mail, and hope that I don't owe any money Call my mom back On the phone Cause I always text when you needed to talk to somebody