backseat

Hey!

Give me a break

He's not a best friend, he's just a tweaker

So where's your poise, where's your posture?

A harlequin play the part too well, can't stop, yeah

Yeah, she's gonna get it

Put the verse in the backseat

I don't know you, I don't want to

Yeah, she's gonna get it

Grab the gun in the backseat

Gonna hurt you, 'cause I want to

I've seen more guts in a ten year-old kid

Is that what you call tact?

Cause you're as subtle as a brick, falling down my head

And is that what you call a getaway?

I think you're too tall

Are you hurting your back?

Does it keep you up at night now? (Fuck that)

Think you're clever, to a certain extent

And is that what you call a getaway?

Yeah, she's gonna get it

Put the verse in the backseat

I don't know you, I don't want to

Yeah, she's gonna get it

Grab the gun in the backseat

Gonna hurt you, 'cause I want to

Yeah, yeah

(Gonna hurt you)

(Gonna hurt you)

(Gonna hurt you)

(Gonna hurt you)

So where's your poise, where's your p–

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

So where's your poise, where's your p–

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah