When it comes to cutting ties, girl, I'm like a pro, whoa, whoa I tell you what you wanna know, oh, whoa You're prolly better on your own, oh, no Runnin' through my weed, yeah One, two, been thinking long and hard this morning Three, four, it's hard to

Situation number one, it's the one that's just begun But evidently it's too late Situation number two, it's the only chance for you It's controlled by denizens of hate Situation number three, it's the one that no one sees Is all too often dismissed as

I might be the one, girl Ooh ooh ooh baby I just wanna be with you-ooh-ooh I don’t care if nobody approve-ooh-ooves Tell me what I got to do to prove tonight That you’re so so beautiful (One, two, three, four) Look around, you should be Should be

It's what you feel now Dead from the neck up We thought you had it in you But no, no, no What you ought to One two three four Wakey wakey Rise and shine It's on again, off again, on again

I'm letting go oh oh oh oh On the count of one, two, three I'll go ahead and cut the cord I've just gotta do it Maybe in the ruins I'll finally see the reason Can't change it, can't make this nightmare go away 'Cause I don't even sleep, I'm wide awake I

Oh, down beside your red firelight Fat bottomed girls, you make the rockin' world go 'round Are you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls Okay, okay! This is called, uh Fat Bottomed Girls! (One, two, three, four!) Are you gonna take me home

Level up, level up, level up, level up, level up All this on me so yummy, all this sauce so yummy Know you want this yummy, yummy all in your tummy Five, four, three, two, one Leggo! (watch me) Oh, you can talk all you want Nothing I’m afraid of And I

F-R-I-E-N-D-S Want me to spell it out for you? Ooh ooh, ooh ooh You can't be reasoned with, I'm done being polite I've told you one, two, three, four, five, six thousand times Haven't I made it obvious? Don't mess it up, talking that shit Only gonna push

Ashes, ashes, time to go down Ooh, honey do you want me now? Can't take it anymore, need to put you to bed Sing you a lullaby where you die at the end One, two, Melatonin is coming for you Three, four, baby, won't you lock the door? Five, six, I'm done

Like a little black dress Stuck on a little hot mess (little hot mess) Dear gravity, you held me down in this starless city Oh, three, two, one Oh, baby you're a classic You're a faded moon And oh, baby you're a classic