I'll Give Up and Become a Banker, Bhenchod! Video (MV)

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Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate logic
Especially when I've got my heart and it's on a disco stick

I've got my arms open, won't you abuse it
Broke my heart in two because someone dare bruise it
Thick smiles
Strange vibes
I'm super f*cking confident
But might need to pop a xanny to even be your friend
If you ask, I'mma tell you all my secrets, yo
Pink lips
Stolen words
And buried hearts too

I can't seem to quite write like u
F*ck a lover then cry like u
You mince your words and I wish I didn't find you this f*cking cute
You broke a heart on a careless mistake
You're f*cking stupid, and I've got a dumb taste
But you know what I'm good with
I can write a pretty mean song
But none of this is worth it if i don't turn you on
It's kind of a tragic habit
This need to get one in
It's kind of a tragic habit
To write like this
To fight like this
To talk like this
To love like this

Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate habit
Break a beer bottle on my lips with your teeth, it'll be tragic
Refuse to live my life on the basis of corporate habit
Break a beer bottle on my lips with your teeth, it'll be tragic, it'll be magic