Intro
Verse
So I Got Edges That Scratch And Sometimes I Don't Got A Filter
But I 'M So Tired Of Eating 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, Yeah Why?
Instruments
Hook
Stooped Down And Out, You Got Me Beggin For Thread
To Sew This Hole Up That You Ripped In My Head
Stupidly 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 (Secretly I Think You Knew)
Verse 2
I Got Some Dirt On My Shoes My Words Can Come Out As A Pistol
I'm No Good At Aiming But I Can Aim It At You
I Know My Actions, They May Get Confusing But My Unstable Ways Is My Solution
To Even Space That's Why You Wanna Come Out And Play With Me, Yeah
Pre-Hook
Hold It Out, Whoa Try To Hide It Out, But My Tracks Are Better
Hold It Out, Whoa Try To Hide It Out, But My Tracks Are Better
