Shutup
Possibility, that you could never be
Anything you ever wanted living on your knees
Tell it like he sees, living with disease
Just remember she and he will share the air you breathe
Audibly benign, running out of time
Over 'fore ya know it you'll be wishing you were fine
Falling out of line and coming from behind
Look at all ya done and then erase it from your mind
Readily agree, to hostility
Autocratic hypocrite illegitimacy
Is what his grinder reads, Love is in the weeds
Man could use a hand, but a brain is what he needs
Who the hell am I, Oh, is it asinine
Tell another lie and then ya blame the other side
Blind leading blind, telling me he's fine
Can't you see this mother fucker's off his razadyne
Take it... slow... face it you don't know
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
What to do with it, Take all the bullshit (long)
Throw it back at him and let him know you'll never quit
Tired of the games, Throw him in the flames
Already know it's in the cards, and now we know who to blame
Audibly benign, running out of time
Over 'fore ya know it you'll be wishing you were fine
Falling out of line and coming from behind
Look at all ya done and then erase it from your mind
Take it... slow... face it you don't know
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
I, I can't believe it
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
I, I can't believe it
Anything you ever wanted living on your knees
Tell it like he sees, living with disease
Just remember she and he will share the air you breathe
Audibly benign, running out of time
Over 'fore ya know it you'll be wishing you were fine
Falling out of line and coming from behind
Look at all ya done and then erase it from your mind
Readily agree, to hostility
Autocratic hypocrite illegitimacy
Is what his grinder reads, Love is in the weeds
Man could use a hand, but a brain is what he needs
Who the hell am I, Oh, is it asinine
Tell another lie and then ya blame the other side
Blind leading blind, telling me he's fine
Can't you see this mother fucker's off his razadyne
Take it... slow... face it you don't know
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
What to do with it, Take all the bullshit (long)
Throw it back at him and let him know you'll never quit
Tired of the games, Throw him in the flames
Already know it's in the cards, and now we know who to blame
Audibly benign, running out of time
Over 'fore ya know it you'll be wishing you were fine
Falling out of line and coming from behind
Look at all ya done and then erase it from your mind
Take it... slow... face it you don't know
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
I, I can't believe it
I cannot win, I cannot win
I cannot win, I cannot win
I, I can't believe it
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Payes
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