See You in Prison (Acoustic)

How about a toast for all the years
You turned the town against me, made them think I was the enemy
You thought that I'd stay quiet, disappear
Well, it feels so good to be back here
I wrote a little speech on your behalf
It says "I must sincerely 'pologize for forcing you to serve my time"
You still think I won't get the last laugh
Well, justice ain't considered a crime
Nobody believed me when I told them I was innocent
But if they had your company they'd let me get away with it
Ya da da da da da da da da
You tried to make me out to be the villain
Ya da da da da da da da da
This time I'm in for crimes that I committed
Ya da da da da da da da da
I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it
What goes around will come around
See you in prison
They said they found my footprints in the snow
(Uh oh!)
Incriminating evidence, there's no way I'd get out of this
But there is just one secret they don't know
It was you in my shoes with the laces that glow
Nobody believed me when I told them that you framed me
But if you come up missing, darling, who would even blame me?
Ya da da da da da da da da
You tried to make me out to be the villain
Ya da da da da da da da da
This time I'm in for crimes that I committed
Ya da da da da da da da da
I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it
What goes around will come around
See you in prison
The fires you started will burn you right up
I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff
The weapons you planted are pointed at you
I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue!
The fires you started will burn you right up
I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff
The weapons you planted are pointed at you
I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue!
Ooh ooh ooh!
Ya da da da da da da da da
You tried to make me out to be the villain
Ya da da da da da da da da
This time I'm in for crimes that I committed
Ya da da da da da da da da
I brought you down and I'll proudly admit it
What goes around will come around
See you in prison
The fires you started will burn you right up
I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff
The weapons you planted are pointed at you
I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue!
The fires you started will burn you right up
I'm sick of your lying, I'm calling your bluff
The weapons you planted are pointed at you
I bet wearing orange got you feeling blue!



Credits
Writer(s): Hanna Ross, Madison Ross
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