Get in, loser, for the joyride

Making every motherfucker turn

Fell from heaven, no, it didn’t hurt

Beep-beep, best night, your life

Get in, loser, for the joyride

[Post-Chorus]

Joyride

Get in, loser, for the joyride

[Verse 2]

Keep your eyes on the road

A label whore but

I'm bored of wearing clothes

You want kids?

Well, I am Mother Don't, don't,

don’t, don't even try to gi-give me shit

I've earned the right to b-be like this