Erase All the B's

Dropped the keys at the front, is that all you can carry?
And I've been starting to think I get to heaven in a hurry
And do you visit a lot? Could you imagine a time?
If I could do it I'd erase all the b's from my life

What's it gotta do
What's it gotta do with me?
What's it gotta do
What's it gotta do with me?
Kick back again, kick back again
Kick back again, kick back again
Kick back again, kick back again
Kick back again

You're the runt of the pack, you're latching onto the scraps
Young dog living a lie, eats away at your insides and your outsides
All your sisters have gone, sharing one thing in common
Beaten down by the bitterness that you'd always harbor

My survival skills are lacking
I was hoping that you'd have them

What's it gotta do
What's it gotta do with me?
What's it gotta do
What's it gotta do with me?
Kick back again, sit back again
Kick back again, kick back again
Kick back again, kick back again
Kick back again, kick back again



Credits
Writer(s): Grace Rose Repasky, Margaret Kathleen Geeslin, Connor Dowd, Matteo De Lurgio, Benjamin Wulkan
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