Boohoo

Well, boohoo

I hate to always bring bad news (a-ah)

Well, boohoo

I hate the way I rain on you

Social butterfly, can they sell it back?

Girl you got me high, so I fell

I'm reaching novocaine, sa-said you never came

Used to poke around my brain, 'til I drown

Well, boohoo

I hate to always bring bad news (a-ah)

Well, boohoo

I hate the way I rain on you

I'm tired now, to make the cut

Don't fire shots at me, I've had too much

Where were you? Where were you?

Oh hey, I guess I needed you

Well, boohoo

I hatе to always bring bad news (a-ah)

Well, boohoo

I hate thе way I rain on you