Fauxny - Backseat Bogan Lyrics

What's hiding beneath your house baby?
I cannot get at it, oh
I'm all alone in the back of house and I've got no eyes on my front

Sometimes I feel real homely though when home's just a reboot of home
Sometimes I get real lonely though 'cause all of youse drive and I don't

I ride the bus in my sweatsuit lately
God, turn down the oven, oh
All day I work in the pizza parlor
And all night I'm making the dough

I wanna get that money though so I can spend more time alone
Some of my friends I know you know you're there when it's good, then you go

My mother says I drink too much
Maybe I'm just keeping afloat
I sink like four hundred once a month on my asthma medication

Just gotta breathe until I'm broke, no Old Mil at the bottle-o
I hope I know my privilege though when I send beer to your postal code

Guess you'd call a young, bitter sugar daddy a sour patch kid, huh?
Beatbox en route to my house 'cause I'm just a backseat bogan