Even my high standards
Ain't that low, you son of a bitch
I'm sure I'll regret
Smoking in your shed
When I wake in the morning
Must've been bored
Outta' my mind
And you had good weed
And a bottle of wine
And honestly I was just
Tryna' kill some
Tim-e
Even my high standards
Ain't that low, you son of a bitch
I'm sure I'll regret
Smoking in your shed
When I wake in the morning
Damn it I'm tired
Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes
I oughta' go home
But I keep gettin' stoned
You've got my high standards low
You're rollin' up j's
Get your hand off my knee
I hate your music, please don't speak
Until I get just one more hit in me-
Even my high standards
Ain't that low, you son of a bitch
I'm sure I'll regret
Smoking in your shed
When I wake in the morning
Damn it I'm tired
Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes
I oughta' go home
But I keep gettin' stoned
You've got my high standards low
I'm too high for this
Don't lean in for a kiss
Where'd you get the audacity you piece of shit
I'll have you know
I'm just here to smoke
Would it kill you to let it be what it is
Even my high standards
Ain't that low, you son of a bitch
I'm sure I'll regret
Smoking in your shed
When I wake in the morning
Damn it I'm tired
Of all of your bullshit and misogynist jokes
I oughta' go home
But I keep gettin' stoned
You've got my hi-gh standards low
You've got my hi-gh standards l-ow
