Lyrics

Tell me you hate me. Say you don't like me. I need you to spite me again and again. Can you degrade me? Say you despise me. So I can't deny we,
won't have a chance.
Tell me that I'm hated. It's better if I'm failing. I'm falling to depression. Let this be your lesson. Baby tell me you can't hold onto a chance. And I'll give you all that you ask.
I know what it's like to be everything you like in a guy. But not be the guy you like whether I like it or not. But then you call me "good dude", gimme hope like maybe there's something that I could do or could prove. But now I'm tripping
So tell me explicit
I don't have the spirit
And if I was parched in hell you wouldn't hock a loogie to spit in my face.
And that you hate the taste of my momma's biscuits.
Not my mom as biscuits!
I promise I'll listen if you tell me
Tell me you hate me. Say you don't like me. I need you to spite me again and again. Can you degrade me? Say you despise me. So I can't deny we,
won't have a chance.
Tell me that you hate me. Don't you leave me hanging. Cos now I'm at my ropes end. And I don't need one more reason to be
caught up in your tailspin. Waiting on a promise. Lady in an instant I would give up this chance.
Oh you lead me on. I know my rights. I know your wrong. You named my price, a tag-along.
My heart of flesh just turned to stone. Oh.
Why can't you just leave me alone. Tell me I'm the worse that you ever known. Don't wait a couple months just to hit my phone. Thought that it was over but you give me hope.
No use of lying. Lady, deny me. I'll give up fighting for pride and for chance. Break like the weather. We'll end up better if we don't hold onto this chance.
Just say "I hate your stinking guts." "You make me throw up." "I'm the scum between your toes." let me know that there's is no love. Say it with your chest. Tell me you made other plans. That way I can know that there will never be a chance.
Two Times!
"I hate your stinking guts." "You make me throw up." "I'm the scum between your toes." let me know that there's is no love. Say it with your chest. Tell me you made other plans.
Cos even if you did I'd probably think there's still a chance.
Written by: Cale Hawkins, Mitchell West
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