bacitracin
Benjamin Friars-Funkhouser
Right out the gate I'm talking shit
I can't get a grip on it
Think I'll let loose, on the next one
And what the fuck are you staring at me for?
You scream the words but don't know what they mean
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself
Well the same shits in my brain that you got too
And everybody asked me was it true?
I didn't know what to tell em
Well I wouldn't betray your trust
And I'd never ever tell your secrets
And even back when we was fucked up
I never told you no lie
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself
Ooh, that stings
But I'll be okay
I say the same things to myself