Lyrics: Andrew Schur
Music: Andrew Schur
He said medicate or get old
He’s got expensive pills on my kitchen table
Pay or get old
He’s doing napkin math tryna work another angle
Hey, you’re skin folds
As a frontman I’ll bet you wish you had an antidote
Well, I don’t know
‘Cause my pops looks great and he only uses hand soap
He said I got thin hair and pretty bad skincare
No smirk he sounded pretty sincere
Spoke good he’s oh so debonaire
He said selling pills had made him into a millionaire
But I knew that he was chained to the billionaires
Upstairs selling youth to the youth beware
He said medicate or get old
He’s got expensive pills on my kitchen table
Pay or get old
He’s doing napkin math tryna work another angle
Hey, you’re skin folds
As a frontman I’ll bet you wish you had an antidote
Well, I don’t know
‘Cause my pops looks great and he only uses hand soap
You’re 9,781 days old
And you look like you’ve been left alone too long
Didn’t know you got to pay to save face and preservate
You know you’re so ready
I could make you look like a young twenty
I could make you look like you sleep plenty
I could make you tall so your best bet get the Amex and have faith
He said medicate or get old
He’s got expensive pills on my kitchen table
Pay or get old
He’s doing napkin math tryna work another angle
Hey, you’re skin folds
As a frontman I’ll bet you wish you had an antidote
Well, I don’t know
‘Cause my pops looks great and he only uses hand soap