Woke up, wrote this song on my birthday
Cause you ain't here to sing happy birthday
Now I'm at the party telling everybody that you got late
When you ain't even here to cut the cake
It won't be a happy birthday
So don't sing happy birthday
Let's just get fucked up
Till were love sick and love drunk
Cause i don't want no happy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Imma just get fucked up
Till im love sick and love drunk
Unhappy birthday
Now its september i aint seen you for weeks
But i can still smell that Chanel on my sheets
(xxx) for you and happy endings for me
Back then everyday was happy birthday
I still find all your cds in my car
and i aint got a fuckin' clue where you are
You're prolly with some random dude in a bar
Telling him that tonight is your birthday
You're sposed to be here on days like this
But i understand that you're a bit of a bitch
Oh yeah
Woke up, wrote this song on my birthday
Cause you ain't here to sing happy birthday
Now I'm at the party telling everybody that you got late
When you ain't even here to cut the cake
It won't be a happy birthday
So don't sing happy birthday
Let's just get fucked up
Till were love sick and love drunk
Cause i don't want no happy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Imma just get fucked up
Till im love sick and love drunk
Yeah,
Unhappy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Unhappy birthday
Imma just get fucked up
Till im love sick and love drunk
Yeah,
Unhappy birthday
