Drive Me Insane

(Five)
(Fuck it up, Benji)

You drive me insane
You drive me insane
You drive me insane
You drive me insane, yeah (Yeah)

I can't take it, all of this pressue I can't take it (Oh-oh)
Fuckin' myself over on a daily, I'm faillin' (Oh-oh)
Help me, why you never tell me what's goin' on? (Oh-oh)
Why am I callin' on your phone for?
Four A.M., this bottle on my hand
And I just can't seem to forget
All this shit in my head
I'm just screamin' out for help
Perfect, picture perfect, I ain't perfect
Got a bad bitch and she swervin' on my -
I ain't do no math but I got the sollution
Pills with the lean and that shit got me boozin'
Callin' on my phone, knockin' on my door, why you do that for?
She said I ain't seen you in so long

You drive me insane
You drive me insane
You drive me insane
You drive me insane, yeah (Yeah)

(Oh-oh, oh-oh)
(Oh-oh, oh-oh)



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