Lyrics

Here's a guy with a search history darker than a sea trench Telling you how to live Closet, crawlspace, and attic full of skeletons A grown man who can't handle his shit A scummy fraud who wants to be your boss Can't handle his shit Seen'm all before There's always one He's hard to miss A born asshole Keeping tabs on Running tattle On the people making things Seen'm all before There's always one He's hard to miss A born asshole Keeping tabs on Running tattle On the people making things There's a guy in a group chat with Klansmen telling you how to live Just a matter of time before he's the one twisting in the wind A grown man who can't handle his shit A scummy fraud who wants to be your boss can't handle his shit Seen'm all before There's always one He's hard to miss A born asshole Keeping tabs on Running tattle On the people making things Seen'm all before There's always one He's hard to miss A born asshole Keeping tabs on Running tattle On the people making things But man it makes me sick to sing this But man it makes me sick to sing this
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