Blink
I feel, I feel like a new man
All I need is a mothafuckin' (Bleep)
And a mothafuckin' (Bleep)
And some new glasses
Wait, I got those, I got those!
Feet glued to the floor, baby, I need more of you
Your pores tells me more than a mothafuckin' whore do
I need rounds, I need (Bleep)
I need drugs, I need (Bleep)
I need companionship, I need an internship
I need a friend, I need you to hate me
I need you to tell me I'm better than Drake
I need attention, I need a flannel that's not bloody
I wish my mommy would try lovin'
I'm tired of everybody sayin' they don't want non'
'Cause I wake up with my shoes missin'
I'm tired of my dad sayin' he's gon' come home
And I wake up alone in the kitchen, no breakfast for me
My sister is gone, and she took the car
Have to take the bus, I'ma have to take the bus, I don't wanna take the bus
They hate me on the bus, they push me on the bus
That why I never wake up
That's why I snooze when my fuckin' phone go off
That's why I snooze
Say you ain't special, my baby
Say you ain't special, my baby
My hands, my hands in yours
I'll try to come back home
I'll tell you what–
We coulda had a good life together, a fucking real good life!
Had us a place of our own
But you didn't want it, did ya? You didn't want it!
Everything's built on that, that's all we got, boy, fucking all!
So I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest–
You have no idea how bad it gets
All I need is a mothafuckin' (Bleep)
And a mothafuckin' (Bleep)
And some new glasses
Wait, I got those, I got those!
Feet glued to the floor, baby, I need more of you
Your pores tells me more than a mothafuckin' whore do
I need rounds, I need (Bleep)
I need drugs, I need (Bleep)
I need companionship, I need an internship
I need a friend, I need you to hate me
I need you to tell me I'm better than Drake
I need attention, I need a flannel that's not bloody
I wish my mommy would try lovin'
I'm tired of everybody sayin' they don't want non'
'Cause I wake up with my shoes missin'
I'm tired of my dad sayin' he's gon' come home
And I wake up alone in the kitchen, no breakfast for me
My sister is gone, and she took the car
Have to take the bus, I'ma have to take the bus, I don't wanna take the bus
They hate me on the bus, they push me on the bus
That why I never wake up
That's why I snooze when my fuckin' phone go off
That's why I snooze
Say you ain't special, my baby
Say you ain't special, my baby
My hands, my hands in yours
I'll try to come back home
I'll tell you what–
We coulda had a good life together, a fucking real good life!
Had us a place of our own
But you didn't want it, did ya? You didn't want it!
Everything's built on that, that's all we got, boy, fucking all!
So I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest–
You have no idea how bad it gets
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Writer(s): 0, Jeff Kleinman
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