Song from a Psycho's Basement

What you reaching down there for
Know you've got something in store
Fetching a toolbox to attach
A leash and a collar to my neck
You keep going oh there's more
What you reaching down there for
You gon gut me out in public
Like we've never seen before

Where would I go
What would I do
If it weren't up to you
Where would I go
What would I do
If it ain't up to it ain't up to you

Not sure how far if I
Tried to make a run you'd let me go
Would you lock me from the inside
Trap me at the back and close the door

Making me feel dumb as i'm looking like dumbo
Jumping outta dodge you hooking onto my earlobe
Drooping out my tongue and hanging under a limbo
You bruising my hipbone
Making me feel dumb as i'm looking like dumbo
Jumping outta dodge you hooking onto my earlobe
Drooping out my tongue and hanging under a limbo
You bruising my hipbone

Where would I go
What would I do
If it weren't up to you?
Where would I go
What would I do
If it ain't up to it ain't up to you?

(If it ain't up to, if it ain't up to you?)
(If it ain't up to, if it ain't up to you?)
(If it ain't up to, if it ain't up to you?)
(If it ain't up to, if it ain't up to you?)



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Writer(s): Harper George Gordon, Ankur Sinha, Jun Ha Kim, Aaron Cheung, Brandon Leger, Rui Wen Pan
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