Music Video - My Unique Song

[Verse 1]
Hey babe, it’s me at 2am, I’m a mess, don’t hang up,
I’m slurrin’ love advice from kids, they’re savage, I’m stuck,
Little Craig, age 9, says, “Play dead on a bad date,”
Pam, age 7, roars, “Kiss ‘em only if they’re bankin’ straight,”
I’m cryin’ in my Uber, thinkin’ ‘bout our last fight,
Maybe Craig’s right—should I ghost ya tonight?

[Chorus]
Kids got the tea, spillin’ marriage real raw,
“Flatter her, dude, even if she’s a dump truck, aw!”
I’m drunk, I’m dumb, but Ricky’s got my law,
“Boys need maids, girls stay single—drop the jaw!”

[Verse 2]
Ricky, age 10, says, “Tell her she’s pretty, save your skin,”
I’m garglin’ whiskey, thinkin’ I’ll never win,
These tiny roasters got more game than my Tinder swipe,
Pam’s like, “Stay solo, don’t fall for the hype,”
I’m pourin’ my heart out, or maybe it’s this gin,
Babe, should I fake my death or just give in?

[Chorus]
Kids got the tea, spillin’ marriage real raw,
“Flatter her, dude, even if she’s a dump truck, aw!”
I’m drunk, I’m dumb, but Ricky’s got my law,
“Boys need maids, girls stay single—drop the jaw!”

[Bridge]
I’m sobbin’ on voicemail, these kids schoolin’ my soul,
Craig’s obit trick might get me outta this hole,
Should I Venmo ya “sorry” or just play dead instead?
Pam’s got me rethinkin’ every word I’ve said!

[Outro]
Wait, babe, is this recordin’? Oh no, delete!
I’m trashed, Craig’s right—ghostin’ sounds sweet!