Hey you know, fuck ol' Uber. Your ass gets slamed in an accident you call Uber. Why? Cuz that boy will call everyone that needs to know, bust his hump to be there for you, take your cats to his place, take the photos of the accident, do the research on the cow that hit you and do all the other sundry shit nobody else wants to do. But fuck him, he's done his bit.
But hey, the chips went down, he stood up for you and stood by you. But now, now your friends are around and fuck that boy Uber. He don't got nothing to offer. They got the Lincoln Town car and the spare guest room with the posh shower stall. That's cool... only makes sense while you're healing up that you stay in a nice place. Nobody can really hold that one against you. Specially not that boy Uber. He gets it, just wants you to get all better and shit.
But hey, fuck ol' Uber. He doesn't need a phone call or anything. He did his part. No need to give him a ring... say "Hey, thanks for taking care of my shit. Thanks for taking my cats to your place." No need to say "Hey, me and the people I care about are having dinner, why don't you come over?" Nahhhh... fuck ol' Uber.
But hey, the chips went down, he stood up for you and stood by you. But now, now your friends are around and fuck that boy Uber. He don't got nothing to offer. They got the Lincoln Town car and the spare guest room with the posh shower stall. That's cool... only makes sense while you're healing up that you stay in a nice place. Nobody can really hold that one against you. Specially not that boy Uber. He gets it, just wants you to get all better and shit.
But hey, fuck ol' Uber. He doesn't need a phone call or anything. He did his part. No need to give him a ring... say "Hey, thanks for taking care of my shit. Thanks for taking my cats to your place." No need to say "Hey, me and the people I care about are having dinner, why don't you come over?" Nahhhh... fuck ol' Uber.