To make it to the party We got all tweaked on coffee We're up 'til morning, ahh Cross-legged on your mattress We're practicing our death threats Hold-your-breath contest, ahh I'm sorry 'bout my mood swings I promise, I wanna do the party To suck on air from people having fun But even on the good trees It feels like I am dying So I tried e-weed, ahh The corner store is selling spit Bottled up for profit I can't believe I'm buying in Isn't that genius? Maybe before the year ends I'll catch up on fashion Would you look at what I'm wearing? Ahh But if you'rе not too embarrassed Of how I go out in public Do you think that we could makе a deli run? The corner store is selling spit Bottled up for profit I can't believe I'm buying in Isn't that genius? You didn't know it But I think I'm trying to blow this I loved you best under fluorescent lights I'm getting tricked into Long-term commitments And lay-away plans financing my life My mouth is dry The corner store's got sugar pills To settle our consumer guilt Once you're hooked, they'll cut a deal The farmers' market's got this stand They say they'll cut your fruit in half It saves you sweat, but your haul rots fast Now, twice a week, you're hauling back Shit Isn't that genius?