Stop A Thing
You can't stop a thing
From gettin' at my wings
You can't stop a thing
From gettin' at my wings, ooo yeah
Course you ain't got that awful sting
I've heard so much about from the gossip king
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Tryna get that evil thing off my back and in the wrestling ring
So I can hold him down and beat him up with
The most impressive linguistic string
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
You forget to tell me you were a baby
I had to look it up in the yearbook under '03
And sure enough, I opened it up
And under your name on the marquee it said: baby
You can't stop a thing
From gettin' at my wings, yeah
I step to you with a nasty bee sting
You asked me if I had a teething ring
I told I didn't, like the times before
I understand the bee's, but what's your poison for?
Course you ain't got that awful sting
I've heard so much about 'round the gospel ring
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
I'm calling on Ra, the fucking Sun King
I'd been counting on you to fling
One of those colorful life rings
Into the scummy-ass pool I was in
I gotta learn how to take it on the chin
Into the depths of the pool I was in
I gotta learn how to cordially sin
From gettin' at my wings
You can't stop a thing
From gettin' at my wings, ooo yeah
Course you ain't got that awful sting
I've heard so much about from the gossip king
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Tryna get that evil thing off my back and in the wrestling ring
So I can hold him down and beat him up with
The most impressive linguistic string
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
You forget to tell me you were a baby
I had to look it up in the yearbook under '03
And sure enough, I opened it up
And under your name on the marquee it said: baby
You can't stop a thing
From gettin' at my wings, yeah
I step to you with a nasty bee sting
You asked me if I had a teething ring
I told I didn't, like the times before
I understand the bee's, but what's your poison for?
Course you ain't got that awful sting
I've heard so much about 'round the gospel ring
Things are lookin' up
Things are lookin' up
I'm calling on Ra, the fucking Sun King
I'd been counting on you to fling
One of those colorful life rings
Into the scummy-ass pool I was in
I gotta learn how to take it on the chin
Into the depths of the pool I was in
I gotta learn how to cordially sin
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Writer(s): Austin Eustice
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