[Verse] You call me every night and tell me that you feel like shit I say, "I'm sorry, is there any way I can help with it?" I listen to you scream, the world is simply your enemy "With death and taxes, what's the point of tryna be happy?"
[Pre-Chorus] And I've had bad days, bad years Bad boys and bad careers But I'm still standin' here I understand you, darlin', but at the end of the day You just won't help yourself Rather give someone else A glimpse into your hell Pour all your problems on 'em just so you can walk away
[Chorus] Boy, I'm too young to be your mother Not smart enough to be your therapist either And I'm always here if you need a talk But maybe first, you should take a walk 'Cause I'm not gonna make you change That's above my pay grade, babeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
