Today I don’t feel like doing anything
I just wanna lay in my bed
Don’t feel like picking up my phone, so leave a message at the tone
’Cause today I swear I’m not doing anything
I’m gonna kick my feet up then stare at the fan
Turn the TV on, throw my hand in my pants
Nobody’s gon’ tell me I can’t
It’s been a long time since I came around
Been a long time but I’m back in town
This time I’m not leaving without you
You taste like whiskey when you kiss me, oh
I’ll give anything again to be your baby doll
This time I’m not leaving without you
Robert’s got a quick hand.
He’s looking ’round the room, he won’t tell you his plan.
He’s got a rolled cigarette, hanging out his mouth he’s a cowboy kid.
Yeah, he found a six shooter gun.
In his dad’s closet with a box of fun things, I don’t even know what.
But he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you.
