Fold Ya' Up Like a Blanket

Oh, oh
Yeah, whatever
If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better
Oh, oh
For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles
Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh
Yeah, whatever
If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better
Oh, oh
For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles
Sitting there bitter
Oh, oh

Being around bullshitters
And I don't know who is the ball and who is the hitter
Now you know I'm bitter
Can't trust anyone, and I forgive too quickly
And that's a knock on my pride
Sticking around, wasting too much time
Always such a nice guy, and I get it
I let you swerve around me like a little curb

Oh, I can only say this once
You will not see me here anymore
'Cause I'm the king of the crop
I'm the crème dе la crème
I'm the queen of the crèmе
I'm the crop to the crop
And I'm not gonna stop
So go fuck right off

Fold ya' up like a blanket
And put you away
Fold ya' up like a blanket
And put you away
Fold ya' up like a blanket
And put you away
Fold ya' up like a blanket
And put you away

I'm the king of the crop
I'm the crème de la crème
I'm the queen of the crème
I'm the crop to the crop
And I'm not gonna stop

I'm the king of the crop
I'm the crème de la crème
I'm the queen of the crème
I'm the crop to the crop
And I'm not gonna stop
So go fuck right off

Oh, oh
Yeah, whatever
If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better
Oh, oh
For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles
Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh
Yeah, whatever
If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better
Oh, oh
For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles
Sitting there bitter
Oh, oh

I think about if there's a place for me
Far out, beyond my reach
If there was, would I see it
Or let it pass me by?

It's the same with everything else, onto my feet
Just stay away from the bullshit
Keep it all goin'
Don't let 'em fold ya up like blanket when your friends leave