Tekst piosenki
Penthouse, Saturday, guy looks like Chalamet
Handing me his skinny margarita with a salt rim
Top down, bring it 'round, mirror shades, look at me now
Sunset in the rearview on the PCH, I'm all in
It's a beautiful life, blow your mind
And make you say "Ah"
When I open my eyes
Baby, that's when the dreams stop
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
Rolling 'round a bed of cash
Office calls, don't call 'em back
No, I ain't got time for that
Loading up my G4
Catch me down in St. Tropez
Just another average day
Paparazzi caught me making love on a surfboard
It's a beautiful life, blow your mind
And make you say "Ah"
When I open my eyes
Baby, that's when the dreams stop
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
Lost my job and lost my keys
Got me beggin' please
Put this day out of its misery
'Cause when I finally fall asleep
It's a beautiful life, blow your mind
And make you say "Ah"
When I open my eyes
Baby, that's when the dreams stop
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
That's why I hate my, that's why I hate my
That's why I hate my alarm clock
That's why I hate my alarm clock
That's why I hate my alarm clock
