Spice Rack

(Sk-sk-sk Skrrt)
I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
Well you text me out the blue you think I like that
You think I like that

I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I know you're all talk, I know you're all talk
Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk
Say you call me back, yeah, I know you're all talk

I'm not jealous, I'm embarrassed for you
Honestly, I'd walk to Paris for you
Doesn't he live with his parents that's cute
Honestly, I'm embarrassed for you

If you want me back, then that ship has fucking sailed
And I hope your shitty art will never fucking sell
And I hope your shitty life is always fucking hell
And I hope everyone you fuck after me fails

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that
You think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I could give a fuck about your spice rack
Every time I think I'm done I'm fucking right back
You got a new place with your man you think I like that
When you text me out the blue you think I like that

I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk
I hate small talk, I hate small talk

If you want me back, then that ship has fucking sailed
And I hope your shitty art will never fucking sell
And I hope your shitty life is always fucking hell
And I hope everyone you fuck after me fails