Group Chat Called “Bills”

[Verse 1]
Woke up late
To an email threat
“Final notice”
I forgot the rent
My bank app sighs
Like “bro, for real?”
Seven dollars
And some store points left
Group chat lit
“Let’s go out tonight”
I’m doing math
Like “cover or the light?”
Used to dream big
Now I dream small
Like maybe this week
My car won’t stall (please)
[Chorus]
This ain’t what they told us in the hallway
“Follow all your dreams, kid, always”
They forgot the part about the parking fees
Student loans, cracked phone, bad knees
Yeah, welcome to the sequel nobody asked to see
The actual reality of adult life
Is kinda just
Embarrassing
[Verse 2]
My back says “stretch”
My brain says “scroll”
My boss says “team?”
I say “yeah let’s go”
Turn my camera
To that flattering wall
So they can’t see
I’m in shorts at all
Fridge light hits
Just a ketchup shrine
Three sad grapes
And expired limes
Meal prep king
Of the plastic throne
Same three sauces
On depression bowls (yum)
[Chorus]
This ain’t what they told us in the hallway
“Follow all your dreams, kid, always”
They forgot the form for the dental plan
Overtime, side quests, traffic jams
Yeah, welcome to the sequel nobody asked to see
The actual reality of adult life
Is kinda just
Embarrassing
[Bridge]
Where’s my montage?
Where’s my theme?
I got dust
Where I thought I’d have dreams
Mom said “grow up”
I said “I’ll try”
Now I pay to exist
And subscribe to the sky (why?)
[Chorus]
This ain’t what they told us in the hallway
“Follow all your dreams, kid, always”
They forgot the scene where you just feel tired
Payday hits, then it’s already wired
Yeah, welcome to the sequel nobody asked to see
The actual reality of adult life
Is kinda just
(yeah kinda just)
Embarrassing

rap, Punchy pop-punk rock-rap crossover, male vocals: palm-muted guitars over uptempo drums, fat fuzz bass, shout-along gang vocals on the hook. Verses spit comedic rap with tight hi-hats and scratchy power chords, pre-chorus drops to half-time stomp, chorus explodes with layered harmonies and octave guitars. Brief talky breakdown before final hook for maximum crowd chaos., punk, pop, rock