Lyrics
(Oh my God, oh my God)
I'm addled up
'Cause you make me so damn confused (oh my God)
I'm out of luck
Spend it all up on loving you (oh my God)
I heard you're a liar
Telephone wire
Tryna decipher
Maybe pariah
Maybe I like ya
Maybe I'll write but she like Mariah
Three octaves higher
Overproof diet then we retired
Lost the attire
Era The Driver
Yeah, you go around and you hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
Yet you go around and you touch him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
Ooh, ooh, oh my God
Ooh, ooh, oh my God (oh my God)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh my God)
We get along
Getting off in this hotel room (oh my God)
How much longer do I have to wait?
Get over here next to me
Low in a Hyatt
Tryna get higher
Look for the lighter
Neighborhood hire, now the supplier
What's with the people
Tryna go whiter (what the fuck?)
Children are dying
Moms at home cryin'
Fuck, now I'm cryin'
Yeah, you come around and hold me like that
And I couldn't help but love you right back
And you go around and you fuck him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
So go, go, go (wait one second Ryland)
So go, go, go (let me do it one more)
So go, go, go
So go, go, go
WRITERS
Ross Lynch, Rocky Lynch
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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Top Emotion
Anger
Sentiment
Theme
Sexual
