Lyrics

No matter how old, how young, how sick I mean something, I mean something No matter how old, how young, how sick I mean something, I mean something You can push me, no stare down Plug it up, no me, no shut down I'm on a rampage, it's my new rage Crisis but I'm singing in the mid-range What you gotta say, gotta say? What you gotta do? What you gotta say doesn't matter anymore What you gotta do, gotta do? Say you scared of me? Then scary me Lookin' straight into their eyes before they bury me We could meet ends, we could be friends Pockets inside out before you press send What you gotta say, gotta say? What you gotta do? What you gotta say doesn't matter anymore What you gotta do, gotta do? What you gotta say, gotta say? What you gotta do? What you gotta say doesn't matter anymore What you gotta do, gotta do? No matter how old, how young, how sick I mean something, I mean something No matter how old, how young, how sick I mean something, I mean something No matter how old, how fucked, how shit I mean something, I mean something No matter how old, how fucked, how shit I mean something, I mean something
Writer(s): Leslie Feist, Merrill Beth Nisker, Vice Cooler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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