Well, I can still hear you talkin' shit about my hair
Did the same about her hometown when I stayed right there
You were at the top, cream of the crop, when we were kids
Did a four year for a 401(k)
Now you hate that gig, ain't that a bitch?
But tonight, when you get home
Your speakers are full blown
Your girl is singin' at the top of her lungs
Spinnin' in the kitchen with a "Hey baby, listen"
And you tell her how you never heard this one
But I know that you heard it
And I know you know who it is
Ain't the first time that she's played this playlist
And I love that you hate it
That I sing all her favorite songs
It don't bother me, man, you were just speakin' your mind
But them airwaves are my way of speakin' mine
I heard you went and told 'em all that I'd fall flat
Well, the joke's on you, how funny is that?
But tonight, when you get home
Your speakers are full blown
Your girl is singin' at the top of her lungs
Spinnin' in the kitchen with a "Hey baby, listen"
And you tell her how you never heard this one
But I know that you heard it
And I know you know who it is
Ain't the first time that she's played this playlist
And I love that you hate it
That I sing all her favorite songs
She can't help it, so don't hold it against her
Don't hate her when my name's on her T-shirt
So tonight, when you get home
Your speakers are full blown
Your girl is singin' at the top of her lungs
Spinnin' in the kitchen with a "Hey baby, listen"
And you tell her how you never heard this one
But I know that you heard it
And I know you know who it is
Ain't the first time that she's played this playlist
And I love that you hate it
That I sing all her favorite songs, yeah
Man, I know that you hate it
That I sing all her favorite songs
Favorite songs