Run of the Mill
We're waiting for a big smile out of you, you're up 2-0
What's the story? Are you not happy or
You're only half happy or?
What's there to be happy about?
(You're up 2-0)
Job's not finished
Job finished?
I don't think so
All kinds of weather
We've stayed together
Leave her never
Love her forever
You a, run of the Mill, what's your deal girl
Real recognise real so I don't recognise y'all
Fill up the silence with your words or questions
Nowadays there's nothing between us but tension, and if you
Mention my name, at least don't lie about it
Am I upset with you? Boohoo, bitch cry about it
You gotta learn that what you say can hurt us
And you gotta learn when to shut the fuck up
Lie about me to my job, but my job's not finished
Though it's not really my job, but you call it that, innit?
Is it my job, or is it my passion?
I'm laughing in your face when you say I'm too abrasive
About what? About this? About you lying, clocking out sick?
Making me fill in for your missed shifts?
How about the fact that you accused me of harassment?
Our boss talked to me, I was like "is that really what her ass meant?"
What you mean harassment?
We talked once a week, like colleagues do to pass shifts
When I say we talked, I mean talk in the past tense
Cause we don't talk no more, cause I'm fucking past this
I'm over shenanigans
I'm not risking my future for some bitch who can't even plan ahead
Who can't even organise a lift before the shifts done
Come to me asking if I can give one
How you go from that to not even wanting to tell the truth about me?
You say you wanna fight someone, but bitch, you're not about it
Cause I offered up people who'd be willing
And you said you'll "think about it"
But I know you don't think, clearly
Cause really, the first step comes when you're near me
If you're feeling like something I'm doing isn't ok
It's "please leave", and I'm gone
Cause you ain't nothing to me but a stick or a stone
And words don't break bones
But the trust's gone healing
Yeah
And what's your, deal
You just run of the Mill, run of the Mill
Same personality, just a new seal
And I won't name you, but the, uh
Way you went about this shit is shameful
Disgraceful, I feel embarrassed and I don't even have to be you
I can just imagine you taking fault like
"Ym yh, it's ok, we've been going alrt, like
Ur welcome to to come to games if you wanna
Kinda fucked yo right now so talk later" but we ain't gonna
That's how you talk, right?
What's the story? Are you not happy or
You're only half happy or?
What's there to be happy about?
(You're up 2-0)
Job's not finished
Job finished?
I don't think so
All kinds of weather
We've stayed together
Leave her never
Love her forever
You a, run of the Mill, what's your deal girl
Real recognise real so I don't recognise y'all
Fill up the silence with your words or questions
Nowadays there's nothing between us but tension, and if you
Mention my name, at least don't lie about it
Am I upset with you? Boohoo, bitch cry about it
You gotta learn that what you say can hurt us
And you gotta learn when to shut the fuck up
Lie about me to my job, but my job's not finished
Though it's not really my job, but you call it that, innit?
Is it my job, or is it my passion?
I'm laughing in your face when you say I'm too abrasive
About what? About this? About you lying, clocking out sick?
Making me fill in for your missed shifts?
How about the fact that you accused me of harassment?
Our boss talked to me, I was like "is that really what her ass meant?"
What you mean harassment?
We talked once a week, like colleagues do to pass shifts
When I say we talked, I mean talk in the past tense
Cause we don't talk no more, cause I'm fucking past this
I'm over shenanigans
I'm not risking my future for some bitch who can't even plan ahead
Who can't even organise a lift before the shifts done
Come to me asking if I can give one
How you go from that to not even wanting to tell the truth about me?
You say you wanna fight someone, but bitch, you're not about it
Cause I offered up people who'd be willing
And you said you'll "think about it"
But I know you don't think, clearly
Cause really, the first step comes when you're near me
If you're feeling like something I'm doing isn't ok
It's "please leave", and I'm gone
Cause you ain't nothing to me but a stick or a stone
And words don't break bones
But the trust's gone healing
Yeah
And what's your, deal
You just run of the Mill, run of the Mill
Same personality, just a new seal
And I won't name you, but the, uh
Way you went about this shit is shameful
Disgraceful, I feel embarrassed and I don't even have to be you
I can just imagine you taking fault like
"Ym yh, it's ok, we've been going alrt, like
Ur welcome to to come to games if you wanna
Kinda fucked yo right now so talk later" but we ain't gonna
That's how you talk, right?
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