We’re Not Having Any Fun

[Intro]
It was at a halal cart on Spencer street
There was an Anderson .Paak song playing
And you looked at me like I was your way out
For two minutes thirty-seven seconds
I felt like I was on a memory foam mattress
In a spaceship above us looking down

[Pre-Chorus]
So maybe it was Anderson or maybe it was us
Maybe it was being twenty-two or maybe all the drugs
But I fucking loved you

[Chorus]
Cheering from the football stands
Be your biggest fan
Not blaming anyone
But we're not having any fun
I loved you 'til it made me sick
With every hair we split
You're still my number one
But wе're not having any fun

[Verse]
So better us, cut it clеar and clean
Before someone gets a little too bitter
It would suck to be six years deep
And avoiding your brown eyes over dinner

[Pre-Chorus]
So maybe it was wonderful or maybe it was young
Maybe I became insufferable or maybe always was
But I fucking loved you

[Chorus]
Cheering from the football stands (Stands)
Be your biggest fan (Your biggest fan)
Not blaming anyone
But we're not having any fun
I loved you 'til it made me sick (Sick)
With every hair we split (Split)
You're still my number one
But we're not having any fun

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Cheering from the football stands
I'll be your biggest fan
Not blaming anyone
But we're not having any fun
I loved you 'til it made me sick (Sick)
With every hair we split (Split)
You're still my number one
But we're not having any fun

[Outro]
It was at a halal cart on Spencer street
There was an Anderson .Paak song playing
And you looked at me like I was your way out