Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody thinks they got a genius Everybody got me on the run Sometimes I think they come here Just so you can say that you can And I can't get alone in my bathroom I need to give myself a hand
Ya'll cuh-cuh-cuh-creepin' Creepin' underneath my skin Fuck you and your flashbulbs Snappin' my picture again You drank all my whiskey You stole all my smoke And you're crowded all around me Like I got nowhere to go
Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill Time for you to go I'm-a-gon' spill It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king runnin' near the wheel I ain't lookin' to make no deals here no
You keep stickin' to me like a prickly porcupine You're gettin' your information from the grocery checkout line Are you through confessin' of your little girl obsession 'Cause I was only messin' and I had a little time Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
