Lyrics

If you hate that boy for months, time to feel it Uh oh uh oh If he has the chance, he might trust the feeling Uh oh uh oh I saw inside, it looked like a cleaver Uh oh uh oh Watch what you say, you might get beaten Uh oh uh oh Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Look out now, you can't cope the feeling Uh oh uh oh Leaves a small corpse like a ball in the cedar Uh oh uh oh My old mans a saint though Not like your own scapegoat, he hangs Over me, over me, over me Check out that girl she seems so conceited Uh oh uh oh Her mullet shows you'll always succeed it Uh oh uh oh I hope you're coy but not too defeated Uh oh uh oh Looks like you always affect how you're treated Uh oh uh oh Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Too bad that I brought this out Look out now, she can't cope the feeling Uh oh uh oh Decaying like frost that melts off a heater Uh oh uh oh My true mothers a saint though Not like your own with chain smoke, she hangs Over me, over me, over me That's what when I... Needed your hand Open me, open me, open me And I tried the best of your years, hope you end up close to an orchard Open me, open me, open me Its an illusion, next time he'll burn forever We fought for most of our years, bet you'll turn out bent and tortured Over me, over me, over me Its an illusion, that's how she'll burn forever And now I'll send you off like smoke, if you dissolve that's your torture Over me, over me, over me It's an illusion, that's how your girlfriend burns
Writer(s): Andy Rauworth, Craig Fleischman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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