I could f*ck you all the time Early in the morning's when I think about you I hit you like what you sayin' Yeah, I hit you like what you sayin' In the morning when I wanna f*ck you (Oh yeah I make her say) And the morning when I wanna f*ck you That's

When they talk about me they say I be tripping (yeah) What they say about me doesn't make me mad (nah, nah) I think they hating cause they see me when I'm rolling (yeah) Man, I can't help it that they really doing bad (nah, nah) Okay, alright (they sick)

Fuck that, fuck that (fuck that) Y'all want a single say fuck that Fuck that, fuck that Fuck that, fuck that shit Y'all want a single say fuck that (fuck that) What's going on today? (today) They think we're all the same (the same) And always we're to

Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages? And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then

Is that too much, yeah Is that too much, oh yeah Am I asking for too much? I won't stop 'til I get back what's mine I know I fucked up one too many times Baby sometimes I feel so naive Thinking you would come back to me Say I fucked up, I'd have to agree

Part of me, won't agree 'Cause I dunno if it's for sure Suddenly, suddenly I dont feel so insecure Everybody says the same thing to you It's just a matter how you solve them (solve them) I don't think I knew what I had Everybody's got their problems

I won't tell your secrets Your secrets are safe with me Just think of me as the pages in your diary I will keep your secrets Lemme hear you say woo (woo) Lay your head on my pillow Here you can be yourself No one has to know what you are feeling No one

Wish we could turn back time, to the good old days When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out My name's Blurryface and I care what you think We used to play pretend, give each other different names Saying, "Wake up, you need to make

I'm a criminal! 'Cause every time I write a rhyme These people think it's a crime To tell 'em what's on my mind I guess I'm a criminal! I don't gotta say a word I just flip 'em the bird and keep goin' I don't take shit from no one

I don't think Waylon done it that way And if he was here he'd say "'hoss, neither did Hank" I ain't dogging what you're doing but boys, come on let's get real Get-ups, gimmicks One-hit wonders that don't stick Pretty boys, acting tough Boy bands give it