Anxiety
Bring it on bring it on
Bring it on bring it on
Bring it on bring it on
Bring it on bring it on babe
Hold me back hold me back
Call me back call me back
Call me back cut me back
Cut me back cut me back babe
I don't even think that's fine
I don't even think that's fair
I don't even have half a mind
To break in inside of your lair
I don't even have your height
Don't have the shoes or the hair
But maybe we could find it alright
Or maybe we could find it all rare
We could find another way
We could go back in time
Or we could find another place
And we could take it online
Well I may be right
Your love it's on top
But I don't really like your shouting
Maybe we could turn it down a notch
Your sundae gets hot
Your sundae gets hot
Well I don't really make the waves
I don't really make the fire
If I don't find another way
Tell me where will I end up
Maybe we could turn it up a notch
Well get em get em get em
Finally racing on it placing on it
Listen to the placement of the
Automated sound I bought em
You calling me king I'm calling exes down in Minnesota
Picking up the pieces of the audio the audio of
That ain't even true at least it's not quite
Trying to get it through with just a soundbite
Gotta price for my love but it's on ice
Cap full of hate but it's too nice
Feeling like I talk too low
Been too long so it built up slow
Everything wrong but no one know
'For too long think it might gonna blow
My Momma got her rights on it
My Momma got her rights on lockdown
My lover got her life on it
My lover got her life on now
Well I think Momma had it right aye
Back in 2005 aye when she said come around
If you got your heart well you wear it
If not then you're gonna grin and bear it
Fill it all up with a bag of given up
Talking too tough like I'm made of killer blood
Walking too tall like my shoes got lead in em
What'd you expect growing up in cinema
Call around 'for you get up fast
Feel so low got a mouth full of grass
Think how long this thing gonna last
Stay on the brain then it ain't gonna pass
Maybe it's another day
Maybe it's another fight
Or maybe it's the final countdown
And I'm gonna end up alone oh
May be right
Your love it was on top
But I'm kinda done so
Maybe we can turn it down a notch
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Modern vampires of the city go forward
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bring it on bring it on
Bring it on bring it on
Bring it on bring it on babe
Hold me back hold me back
Call me back call me back
Call me back cut me back
Cut me back cut me back babe
I don't even think that's fine
I don't even think that's fair
I don't even have half a mind
To break in inside of your lair
I don't even have your height
Don't have the shoes or the hair
But maybe we could find it alright
Or maybe we could find it all rare
We could find another way
We could go back in time
Or we could find another place
And we could take it online
Well I may be right
Your love it's on top
But I don't really like your shouting
Maybe we could turn it down a notch
Your sundae gets hot
Your sundae gets hot
Well I don't really make the waves
I don't really make the fire
If I don't find another way
Tell me where will I end up
Maybe we could turn it up a notch
Well get em get em get em
Finally racing on it placing on it
Listen to the placement of the
Automated sound I bought em
You calling me king I'm calling exes down in Minnesota
Picking up the pieces of the audio the audio of
That ain't even true at least it's not quite
Trying to get it through with just a soundbite
Gotta price for my love but it's on ice
Cap full of hate but it's too nice
Feeling like I talk too low
Been too long so it built up slow
Everything wrong but no one know
'For too long think it might gonna blow
My Momma got her rights on it
My Momma got her rights on lockdown
My lover got her life on it
My lover got her life on now
Well I think Momma had it right aye
Back in 2005 aye when she said come around
If you got your heart well you wear it
If not then you're gonna grin and bear it
Fill it all up with a bag of given up
Talking too tough like I'm made of killer blood
Walking too tall like my shoes got lead in em
What'd you expect growing up in cinema
Call around 'for you get up fast
Feel so low got a mouth full of grass
Think how long this thing gonna last
Stay on the brain then it ain't gonna pass
Maybe it's another day
Maybe it's another fight
Or maybe it's the final countdown
And I'm gonna end up alone oh
May be right
Your love it was on top
But I'm kinda done so
Maybe we can turn it down a notch
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Modern vampires of the city go forward
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
Bats outa hell bats outa hell wait
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Writer(s): Marc Musso
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