Lyrics

So I got itches that scratch And sometimes I don't got a filter But I'm so tired of eatin' all of my misspoken words I know my disposition gets confusing My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state That's why you wanna come out and play with me Why, why, why, why? Stooped down and out You got me beggin' for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly you think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly I think you knew Why, why, why, why? Stooped down and out You got me beggin' for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly you think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly I think you knew
Writer(s): Jesse Rogg, Jillian Banks, Tim Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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