Lyrics to Petty Beef
Yeah
You got me fucked up now
Try to avoid you but it's easier to say than do
Like you're Mr. O'Hare and I'm Ted
Looking for the right time to see what I'm up to
I don't even like your genre but I feel I could find better
And yet you're the poster boy for this revival, front and center
And you follow the leaders and yet are called a trendsetter
What's up with that? I'd just want to let you know that
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hatе the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a moviе
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
When I heard Last Night
I legitimately thought that they all were trolling
No way this shit is what
Everyone's bumping over Travis, my blood was boiling
And I know that you've been working on not saying the n word
But can you at least look at the way that you're making women be heard
She's not thinking bout you, this shit is over now, this shit ain't good for your health
Boy you do need some help. I tell you
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hate the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a movie
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
(I just wanna clarify with that movie line
I don't have a problem with long albums
But this motherfucker
This motherfucker don't need to be making no album over an hour)
Maybe I'm just projecting
And my problems not with you
My ex played you 24/7
And maybe I associate those memories with you
I don't want to remember them, cause they hurt my soul
Maybe I shouldn't be taking this out on you at all
But on second thought it's more fun to say you're the cause of all the problems in my life
And you're a piece of shit and your music sucks
I fucking hate you and I hope your next album doesn't even chart
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hate the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a movie
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
You know... if I hear one of your songs on the radio again, I might just rip my ears out
But hey look on the bright side man, I won't be able to make music no more so it's a win win for both of us
Peace
You got me fucked up now
Try to avoid you but it's easier to say than do
Like you're Mr. O'Hare and I'm Ted
Looking for the right time to see what I'm up to
I don't even like your genre but I feel I could find better
And yet you're the poster boy for this revival, front and center
And you follow the leaders and yet are called a trendsetter
What's up with that? I'd just want to let you know that
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hatе the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a moviе
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
When I heard Last Night
I legitimately thought that they all were trolling
No way this shit is what
Everyone's bumping over Travis, my blood was boiling
And I know that you've been working on not saying the n word
But can you at least look at the way that you're making women be heard
She's not thinking bout you, this shit is over now, this shit ain't good for your health
Boy you do need some help. I tell you
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hate the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a movie
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
(I just wanna clarify with that movie line
I don't have a problem with long albums
But this motherfucker
This motherfucker don't need to be making no album over an hour)
Maybe I'm just projecting
And my problems not with you
My ex played you 24/7
And maybe I associate those memories with you
I don't want to remember them, cause they hurt my soul
Maybe I shouldn't be taking this out on you at all
But on second thought it's more fun to say you're the cause of all the problems in my life
And you're a piece of shit and your music sucks
I fucking hate you and I hope your next album doesn't even chart
I hate your twang
Hate all the songs that you sang
Hate every words that you write
Hate the fact your last album's bout the length
Of a movie
May sound like petty beef
But you're ruining my fucking life
Might smash your albums out of spite
Hope you fall out of the spotlight
Hope you fall out
You know... if I hear one of your songs on the radio again, I might just rip my ears out
But hey look on the bright side man, I won't be able to make music no more so it's a win win for both of us
Peace
