Suckerz

(альбом: Drink Bleach - 2016)

I give 'em love and they run away
Fly to Paris, don't wanna stay
All she wanted was caviar
All I got was her time of day
Wanna take you out, wanna show you off
Wanna buy you things, wanna get you off, oh girl
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Wanna put your name in outer space
When we're on a plane to another place, oh yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah

And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for something
We all suckers for something, yeah
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for something
We all suckers for something, oh
And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck up and send a text
But put your phone down, baby give that shit a rest
Oh God, you don't need that
We all suckers for something, best believe that

And I wanna tell you every night and day
The feelings come, the feelings stay
But you came around, I wrote you off
And I'm slipping up and I'm playing games
She wanna interrupt, wanna cut me off
Wanna make me feel like hella small, oh God
That shit ain't cute
She wanna stay out late, party in the Hills
Rub it in my face, make me feel my feels, alright
I guess I got it bad

And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for something
We all suckers for something, yeah
And now I got a taste of my own medicine
All this shit that I do to women
It may be crazy, we all suckers for something
We all suckers for something, oh
And if you feel the way I feel, you might fuck up and send a text
But put your phone down, baby give that shit a rest
Oh God, you don't need that
We all suckers for something, best believe that