Fold Ya' Up Like a Blanket (feat. The Drums)

Oh, oh Yeah, whatever If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better Oh, oh For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles Sitting there bitter Oh, oh Yeah, whatever If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better Oh, oh For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles Sitting there bitter Oh, oh Being around bullshitters And I don't know who is the ball and who is the hitter Now you know I'm bitter Can't trust anyone, and I forgive too quickly And that's a knock on my pride Sticking around, wasting too much time Always such a nice guy, and I get it I let you swerve around me like a little curb Oh, I can only say this once You will not see me here anymore 'Cause I'm the king of the crop I'm the crème dе la crème I'm the queen of the crèmе I'm the crop to the crop And I'm not gonna stop So go fuck right off Fold ya' up like a blanket And put you away Fold ya' up like a blanket And put you away Fold ya' up like a blanket And put you away Fold ya' up like a blanket And put you away I'm the king of the crop I'm the crème de la crème I'm the queen of the crème I'm the crop to the crop And I'm not gonna stop I'm the king of the crop I'm the crème de la crème I'm the queen of the crème I'm the crop to the crop And I'm not gonna stop So go fuck right off Oh, oh Yeah, whatever If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better Oh, oh For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles Sitting there bitter Oh, oh Yeah, whatever If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better Oh, oh For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles Sitting there bitter Oh, oh I think about if there's a place for me Far out, beyond my reach If there was, would I see it Or let it pass me by? It's the same with everything else, onto my feet Just stay away from the bullshit Keep it all goin' Don't let 'em fold ya up like blanket when your friends leave