Lyrics
I'll grow up tomorrow
After I throw up tomorrow
Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed
Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten?
Buy some shots for my girlfriends
Oh, no
God, I think I lost my cellphone
Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home
To my basement apartment, tell myself I'm an artist
But I'm really just a piece of shit, uh
I can't do my taxes, it's a write off
Oh, whatever that is
Haven't done my laundry in a million weeks
But I'm feeling so chic with my thong inside out
Let's go out
All of my friends are finding success
And buying a house, and buying a couch
And I'm just sleepin' in 'til I go out
One, two
I'll grow up tomorrow
After I throw up tomorrow
Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed
Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten?
Buy some shots for my girlfriends
Oh, no
God, I think I lost my cellphone
Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home
To my basement apartment, tell myself I'm an artist
But I'm really just a piece of shit, uh
Don't have my driver's license (these guys are show offs)
They're bragging that you got it
Why don't you pick me up at four drive me to the liquor store
I could buy you something fun 'cause you're not even 21
Let's go out
All of my friends are finding success
And buying a house, and buying a couch
And I'm just sleepin' in 'til I go out
One, two
I'll grow up tomorrow
After I throw up tomorrow
Then I'll give you back the money I borrowed
Oh honey, but until then, can I borrow a ten?
Buy some shots for my girlfriends
Oh, no
God, I think I lost my cellphone
Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home
To my basement apartment, tell myself I'm an artist
But I'm really just a piece of shit (I'll grow up tomorrow)
Don't know how I'm gonna find my way home
To my basement apartment, tell myself I'm an artist
But I'm really just a piece of shit
Eliza Enman-McDaniel, Elizabeth Lowell Boland, Jordan Miller, Kylie Miller, Leandra Earl
Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.