Vegan Frybread

Mato: Okay, what do you think about this: vegan frybread?
Liz: [Laughs]
Mato: What?
Liz: I think you should have your tribal ID revoked. "Vegan frybread."
Mato: No, seriously
Liz: Who’s gonna eat ‘vegan frybread?’”
Mato: Well, I don't know. If you put in the coconut oil --
Liz: "Coconut oil." Oh my god
Mato: What? It could work
Liz: That’s embarrassing. That’s really embarrassing
[Pause]
Mato: Excuse me for trying
Liz: Yes, excuse you with your ‘vegan frybread’ ass. And excuse me --
Mato: No no no. Do not touch the aux
Liz: Well what is this shit? Just let me play one song
Mato: Just wait until it’s over
Liz: Enough of your wasicu tunes. I can't take it anymore!"
Mato: Okay, stop calling my shit "white boy music." That's not what it is --
[Thunder cracks]
Liz: Oh shit

[Chorus]
For real
I'm only ever trying to help you
It's only ever love (in a hotel room)
It's only ever love, baby
I'm only ever trying to help you
It's only ever love, baby (in a hotel room)
It's only ever love
It's only ever trying to be loved in a hotel room

[Verse]
Moved from Black Hills, explored Beverly Hills instead
Not much to see because the thrills are as cheap as they get
But when we met we had a matrimony in my sheets
Vision fuzzy while the speakers buzzing something discrete
She's an actress/student
Took a gap year just to prove it
Back to New York when the ball drops
I'll be left with the memories non-stop
Digress but damage is donezo
Now I'm left gripping my gung-ho
What the fuck I keep having fun for?
If it always ends with the lights low
Deep down I've been dim
But she illuminates with grins
Must say I miss that mocha friend
On my red skin
Full of power, bonafide
Doesn't seem real
She showed me something tender in the land of cheapened thrills