Just Get A Room

“Just Get a Room (Joe & Ethan)”

(Beat: Petty trap beat with a slow clap and a heavy eye roll.)

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Man, I swear…

Every time we do a move, Joe and Ethan act like they ain’t divorced yet.

One’s mad about straps, the other mad about snacks…

Just get a room already!

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“Why you wrap the couch like that? That’s not tight.”

“Why you eatin’ MY granola bar? That’s my bite.”

Ethan out here sweatin’ like he did some real work,

Took one box upstairs, now he breathin’ like a clerk.

Always got opinions, never got hands,

Talkin’ ‘bout “angles” while I load up vans.

Bro, you did half a dresser and called it a day—

I been movin’ since 6, stop gettin’ in my way.

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Oh here go Joe, actin’ like he lift the world,

But cried last week over a pink throw pillow swirl.

“Don’t touch my dolly!” — boy, relax!

You treat that thing like y’all filed joint tax.

Talkin’ ‘bout my straps? Yours loose as hell,

That couch you packed? Looked like it fell.

You mad at me ‘cause you tired and old—

Just say you miss me, and let the beef fold.

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“Just get a room! Y’all argue too much!”

“Why you fight like that over who packs lunch?”

“Just get a room! We see the tension!”

“Next one of y’all snap, I’m callin’ HR for intervention!”

“Just get a room! Or settle it now!”

Y’all fight more than clients from North Dallas town!”

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I seen ‘em bicker over pads, straps, trucks, and tape,

One time Joe flipped out ‘cause Ethan used his grape.

They fight in the truck, fight during wrap,

Probably argue in their dreams and sync their nap apps.

Ethan say Joe walk too slow,

Joe say Ethan breathes too loud tho.

I just move and mind my biz…

But if y’all kiss mid-move, I’m quittin’ this gig.

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“Just get a room! Or box it out!”

“We ain’t movin’ drama—go sort that out!”

“Just get a room! Or drop the act!”

We tired of pretendin’ like that tension ain’t fact!”

“Joe, Ethan, y’all both wildin’ out…

Now shut up, lift, and clear this house!”