Testo di Gucci Chair

Put your hands 'round my neck Skin is rough like the sex One day I'm a mess And the next I'm the best Put your legs in the air With a hand in my hair Feels good feelin' scared As long as he shows you he cares Don't sit with the cool kids They're fake and they're foolish You know who you're cool with Don't change Just Run away (run away) Run away (run away) Run away Run away Run (yeah) Run away (run away) Run away (run away) Run away Run away Run (yeah) A change has to come I hate everyone (yeah) Oh, change gotta come I can't always run Oh, I can't always run Run away (run away) Run away (run away) Run away (run away) Run (run away) Run away (run away) Run away Run Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah Nah-nah-nah