Karen O's

Put the money in the bag, no excuses, no talking

When I run up in your office, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Cold mother fucker, more crazy then I let off

Two demons and they singing, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

What's up in your pocket?

Problems, and I'm tryna make a profit, give it to me, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

Conscience not afraid to go to jail to prove the mother fucking point

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah

I got problems, and a bottle solves it, give it here

Got a lot of nothing, but I got my, got my fears

I feel nothing, but I hate the mirror in my face

I found love in someone else's pocket

So I need someone, one to confide in but

If I don't find the one, throw me away

I said, I need someone, one to confide in but

If I don't find someone, throw me away

Throw me away

I'm still climbing over piles of unanswered prayers, yeah-yeah

On my knees so long, got no reason left to care, yeah-yeah-yeah

All your plates are full, my stomach's empty and I'm here

I will sell my soul to make a profit

I need someone, one to confide in but

If I don't find the one, throw me away

I said, I need someone, one to confide in but

If I don't find the one, throw me away

Throw me away

Throw me away