Texty

I don't like anything I was born with Why do I exist? Just might hop right back in that bitch People say I'm no good 'Cause I can't explain myself Just misunderstood, oh Ok, I need some help I've been waiting for someone to come along and save me Just a type of crazy, I need, maybe Good luck, Mabie Findin' someone dumb enough To take you away from your insecurities And I'm gonna lose my mind tonight And no one in the world is gonna stop me Take your empty hand from across this dance floor And leave out everything that we don't need, bad company Hey! Easy for me to get depressed 9-5 to my last breath Break my back, I'm bad at sex This outfit doesn't match the rest Yeah! I try to act like them 'Cause what do I got if I don't got friends? Do the same damn thing week in and weekend Just so we can do it all again I keep everything the same But, baby, that's how they (both taught me) Couple things, up in my brain But, baby, that's the only way it can be Doing 20 Over the limit Throwin' eggs Vans, oh, that's with me Grades lower than the fucks we givin' But at least we livin' Right? (right) Right? (right) Right? (right) right Got you on my mind this time Promise I'll come back this time So don't blink! And I'm gonna lose my mind tonight And no one in the world is gonna stop me Take your empty hand from across this dance floor And leave out everything that we don't need, bad company
Writer(s): Romil Hemnani, Albert Gordon, Jack Loken, Roy Mabie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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