Spy Guy's In Over His Head
There's a perfect place in time
A perennial linear lie
It's a lifetime living in disguise
Leave me locked up just awaiting my demise
You're a woman, I'm a man
If you wouldn't, then I can't
It's not easy being yours
It's not easy doing chores
I'm a certified agent of the secret service corps
If there's a record of me anywhere then it's underground
It's well protected and it's looking to be plundered
Now, I've got a record 5 miles and a taco long
I've got a timer on my head but baby not for long
You're not the flavor of the week
I'm looking at you wondering how I ever even speak
Loving you is lying but I'm lying to indictment
And it's hard because my island's always sinking
But it's paradise
I'm a recliner in a retro '50s diner
I'm used to being used
But it's a different kind of thing
When it's a mutual attraction
So there's gonna be some action
If I'd known that I'd have made some plans
For criminal reaction
I've been trained to kill but you're killin' me baby
I got somethin to say but I can't seem to say it
You can't begin to know how I feel for you baby
If I knew what to do you believe I'd've done it (I'd've done it)
Body parts in my bed
If you knew the shit I'd seen
You'd have a glock or two to clean me
Now I mean it when I say
I got a hundred thousand dollars in my sock drawer
Just in case
These thugs are nothing
I'm fucking struggling
I'm feeling woozy
I'm thinking ugly
I've got to plan out an escape
This marriage is impossible
I've made a huge mistake
It's a ten-second window
Still waiting by the windowsill
Hope is waiting in a silk dress
Oh by the way leave the cash in a knapsack
'Till my grandfather comes along and just grabs that
It's like a fancy chandelier
The people of America stand on the side and cheer
All the while I'm suffering
I love you
But it's smothering
I've totaled this belovedness
I ain't loving this
You can't begin to know how I feel for you baby
If I knew what to do you believe I'd've done it (I'd've done it)
A perennial linear lie
It's a lifetime living in disguise
Leave me locked up just awaiting my demise
You're a woman, I'm a man
If you wouldn't, then I can't
It's not easy being yours
It's not easy doing chores
I'm a certified agent of the secret service corps
If there's a record of me anywhere then it's underground
It's well protected and it's looking to be plundered
Now, I've got a record 5 miles and a taco long
I've got a timer on my head but baby not for long
You're not the flavor of the week
I'm looking at you wondering how I ever even speak
Loving you is lying but I'm lying to indictment
And it's hard because my island's always sinking
But it's paradise
I'm a recliner in a retro '50s diner
I'm used to being used
But it's a different kind of thing
When it's a mutual attraction
So there's gonna be some action
If I'd known that I'd have made some plans
For criminal reaction
I've been trained to kill but you're killin' me baby
I got somethin to say but I can't seem to say it
You can't begin to know how I feel for you baby
If I knew what to do you believe I'd've done it (I'd've done it)
Body parts in my bed
If you knew the shit I'd seen
You'd have a glock or two to clean me
Now I mean it when I say
I got a hundred thousand dollars in my sock drawer
Just in case
These thugs are nothing
I'm fucking struggling
I'm feeling woozy
I'm thinking ugly
I've got to plan out an escape
This marriage is impossible
I've made a huge mistake
It's a ten-second window
Still waiting by the windowsill
Hope is waiting in a silk dress
Oh by the way leave the cash in a knapsack
'Till my grandfather comes along and just grabs that
It's like a fancy chandelier
The people of America stand on the side and cheer
All the while I'm suffering
I love you
But it's smothering
I've totaled this belovedness
I ain't loving this
You can't begin to know how I feel for you baby
If I knew what to do you believe I'd've done it (I'd've done it)
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Writer(s): Jonas Richardson
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