Lyrics

She says I'm cyni-cynical And that I'm so out of control I'm always frontin' wasting time on the ephemeral Whiskey mixed with little bits of Adderall I need a break I need to fly with you I need a little more time to vibe with you Get loose, get three for two I want a little bit of wine, get high with you Come my lady Show me what I'm missing lately While I'm on the edge She says I'm cyni-cynical And that I'm so out of control Oh, what I would give, oh, what I would give To not be cyni-cynical Yeah She calling me again a dirty liar 'Cause my pants always be on fire My bad, didn't see I love me some good controversy I'm gonna get take out, à la carte Hit the town hard with the Mastercard Call my boys, have a beer 'Cause I haven't done that since yesteryear Come my lady Show me what I'm missing lately While I'm on the edge She says I'm cyni-cynical And that I'm so out of control Oh, what I would give, oh, what I would give To not be cyni-cynical Cyni-cynical (yeah, yeah) Cyni-cynical (whoa, whoa) Cyni-cynical (yeah) Cyni-cynical
Writer(s): Ioannis Karavassilis, Joseph Feinstein, Birk Preisler Plagborg Bonlokke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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