Stress / British

Exactly, exactly, you'll figure it out
Anyway, we've got this figured out (don't miss a spinner)
So, we shouldn't even stress about anything ever again (exactly)
Never even need to pretend
That you need help from your friends
You're fine the way it is
You don't need to run

I will come for you, buddy
I know how to hunt
I will find you, and I will kill you
I will cook you up, put you in some stew
I will rip your heart out and put it on a skew
I will join your club, and Blake is your crew
I don't know who Blake is, do you?

I'm just a British dude
Whatever am I to do
Tell you, whatever I'm to do
I really am just to lose
All my life I've been skewed
I'm just one British dude



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Writer(s): Gus Campbell, Joseph Bishop, Milo Esguerra
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