Sad13 - Market Hotel Lyrics

I came over on the JMZ
Dad took a car service to Mr. Kiwi
And he's texting me now
"Are you playing on time?"
"We're either going last or we're first out of five"

I'm working three f*cking jobs
I'm too embarrassed to die
I do door here some nights
That's why we've met three or more times before
His face is blank, "can I borrow your amp?"
But he asks it to my boyfriend like I'm not in the band.

I'm just an adult dirtbag
Sneak me inside of your backpack
Take me around 'cause I can't take myself
I'm playing an adult, you're just playing yourself

I came over, I come over, and I'll keep coming over
Whatever the purpose, here comes no one