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You can tell a lie, you can tell a lot of lies They will never know when they're looking in your eyes When you know it ain't true, but they don't know it ain't true You're not thinking 'bout them, you're just thinking 'bout you You were thirteen when you had your first cigarette Yeah, we did acid in your parents' house in Tahoe What were the names of the kids that you was babysittin'? You had the fear of missing out, like fearing "God, it was cops"! Yeah, I've never been scared about nothin' I swear he put Jesus in the mouth and a house in Bell Hill, Washington Or was it just a man from no water? Yeah, he could never have a son No, he won't ever have a daughter Aw shit! So he'll go on and pitch a fit! Say you wanna pitch a fit, yeah huh? Well, you're pitching like you got a cab Running with the meter on outside the stadium Say you wanna pitch a fit, yeah huh? Well, you're pitching like you got a cab Running with the meter on outside the stadium And you kinda feel like him, don't ya? 'Cause you're coming in, running with the new tape Kids always talking 'bout replacing 'em You say you're standing on the edge, but we're hanging in the middle You've been thinking way, way too much about little Man, it's true, 'cause all you think about is you Yeah hoo! Holy fucking shit man! I could tell the truth, I could tell the whole truth I don't need a girl but to tell me what to do When it's been a bad year, and you're feeling kinda weird Yeah, they won't, they wanna hear But at least it's still you Yeah, I was eighteen when I had my first heartbreak Maybe I dreamed of getting eaten by a mountain lion Am I too stoned or was it just an earthquake? I swear that I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm really trying Yeah, but I've been scared of everything since I was four I can't even order a pizza without having a panic attack I kinda feel like Yeezy at the forum It looks like all of our idols gotta go psycho for a minute Oh shit! So I'll go on and pitch a fit! Say you wanna pitch a fit, yeah huh? Well, you're pitching like you got a cab Running with the meter on outside the stadium Say you wanna pitch a fit, yeah huh? Well, you're pitching like you got a cab Running with the meter on outside the stadium And you kinda feel like him, don't ya? 'Cause you're coming in, running with the new tape Kids always talking 'bout replacing 'em You say you're standing on the edge, but we're hanging in the middle You've been thinking way, way too much about little Man, it's true, 'cause all you think about is you
Writer(s): Peter Campbell Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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