N.C.
Oh!
What the fk…

What the fk…
Whoa bad…

(Verse)

You burden me with your questions
You’d have me tell no lies.
You’re always askin’ what it’s all about,
Don’t listen to my replies.
You say to me I don’t talk enough,
But when I do I’m a fool.
These times I’ve spent, I’ve realized,
I’m gonna shoot through, and leave you.

(Chorus)

The things, you say,
Your purple prose just gives you away.
The things, you say,

You’re unbelievable.
(Pre Verse)
Oh!
[Abm/B]What the fk…[Abm/B]

What th[Abm/B]e fk… [Abm/B] Whoa bad…

(Additional Lyrics)

You burden me with your problems,
By telling me more bout mine.
I’m always so concerned,
With the way you say,
You’re always at stop,
To think of us,
Being one is more than I’d ever known.
But this time I realize,
I’m gonna shoot through, and leave you.

Seemingly lastless, don’t mean you can ask us.
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out just want, the world,
And never think of your attitude.
Brace yourself, with the grace of ease,
I know this world, ain’t what it seems!