Leech

Tell those stories to me

I'm dying to hear the things you've done and seen

Far-fetched as they may be

You strike a smile at me

Your stories ring of perjury

Construed with self-empowering theme

Sucking on my brain, you're the teacher, I'm the student

Turning things around, your story's not congruent

Tabloid decoys, pitiful excuses

Turning things around, you're turning things around

Go

Ay, ay

A manic, stunning scene

I'm taking notes, you're taking me away

Into your false reality

I know your comfort lies

In lying to try to make your life make sense

But you're not making sense with your two cents, you're

Sucking on my brain, you're the teacher, I'm the student

Turning things around, your story's not congruent

Tabloid decoys, pitiful excuses

Turning things around, you're turning things around

(Ooh, ooh-oh) I'd say it aloud, but I'm not allowed

(Ooh, ooh-ooh) I see your head spin 'round and 'round

Broken record talk tonight

Skip that needle back and forth on your mind

Wearing out unconvincing lies

Like a seedling dropped from an old oak tree

Your shade don't hide no sun from me

Fake stories humor me, it's graduation time

I love you like a mother

Sucking on my brain, you're the teacher, I'm the student

Turning things around, your story's not congruent

Tabloid decoys, pitiful excuses

Turning things around, you're turning things around

Yeah, yeah (you turn things around)

Yeah, yeah, yeah (you're sucking on my brain)

Yeah, yeah (you're turning things around)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey