Housing
Talk it now I'm feeling bad, man
Feeling like a rock in a can
Falling down never going to land yeah
Why'd you put a sock in the sink
Didn't leave the cats with something to drink
Got a bad mood
I can't really think
Did you say
Did you say that you've got something for me
I'm gunna cry
I'm not ready but I'm gunna fucking try yeah
Take your fuckin shit out the sink
Clean your fucking house
That's just what you think
Sick of how it smells man
Musk I don't trust man
Look that's just what you think
Looking for a job
And it's going real bad
Never getting back
And I'm feeling real sad
And look I'm falling down
It's not as easy as it was before, yeah
I wanna say, that I can get that
But I'm not gunna build you up, yeah
And look, I'm going down now
You're gunna pray for what you had before, yeah
Momma say, eat your grains now
Sorry ma I can't afford em
Talk it and you've made me fuckin cry
Take a close look
See there's tears in my eyes
You can hear a crunch in your footsteps
Get a fuckin broom man
Why'd you fuckin leave that
Yeah look
It's pretty fuckin gross
You're not a fuckin helpless fish
Won't accept unless it's handed in a dish
You didn't cry that night
But you did want to hurt me
Couldn't cleanse all the hate
Couldn't treat me like a mate
Sitting in a chair, hands through your hair
Love was handed on a plate
Feeling like a rock in a can
Falling down never going to land yeah
Why'd you put a sock in the sink
Didn't leave the cats with something to drink
Got a bad mood
I can't really think
Did you say
Did you say that you've got something for me
I'm gunna cry
I'm not ready but I'm gunna fucking try yeah
Take your fuckin shit out the sink
Clean your fucking house
That's just what you think
Sick of how it smells man
Musk I don't trust man
Look that's just what you think
Looking for a job
And it's going real bad
Never getting back
And I'm feeling real sad
And look I'm falling down
It's not as easy as it was before, yeah
I wanna say, that I can get that
But I'm not gunna build you up, yeah
And look, I'm going down now
You're gunna pray for what you had before, yeah
Momma say, eat your grains now
Sorry ma I can't afford em
Talk it and you've made me fuckin cry
Take a close look
See there's tears in my eyes
You can hear a crunch in your footsteps
Get a fuckin broom man
Why'd you fuckin leave that
Yeah look
It's pretty fuckin gross
You're not a fuckin helpless fish
Won't accept unless it's handed in a dish
You didn't cry that night
But you did want to hurt me
Couldn't cleanse all the hate
Couldn't treat me like a mate
Sitting in a chair, hands through your hair
Love was handed on a plate
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Writer(s): Reilly Poling
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