She knows the worst parts of me The parts that sit in cul-de-sacs, engine running Meets under bridges at three in the morning Thinking it's funny burning through bands of money
Couldn't stand in my skin for one day, no But go ahead, if you've got something to say
Come say it to my face Wipe that smirk up and walk my way Not playing games Try staying in your lane, ain't cut from the same place So don't look away Come say it to my face
Been pacing Babylon Stuck for so long Just watching, wishing for the whole thing to fall I'd rather pull my teeth out all at once Than hear one more opinion from anyone
Couldn't stand in my skin for one day, no But go ahead, if you've got something to say
Come say it to my face Wipe that smirk up and walk my way Not playing games Try staying in your lane, ain't cut from the same place So don't look away Come say it to my face
Come say it to my face Wipe that smirk up and walk my way Not playing games Try staying in your lane, ain't cut from the same place So don't look away Come say it to my face
Come say it to my face
Compositores: Andrew Clark Kyne, Nicholas Joseph Veno, William Dallas Molster (Dallas Molster), Collin Walsh, Nicholas Ciro Ventimiglia, Courtney Ballard, Pete Adams ECAD: Obra #31380371