Testo di OMG Plz Don't Come Around

I’m addled up 'Cause you make me so damn confused I'm out of luck Spent it all up on loving you, oh I heard you’re a liar Telephone wire Tryna decipher Maybe pariah Maybe I like ya Maybe I'll write but She like Mariah But 3 octaves higher Overproof diet Then we retired Lost the attire Era The Driver Yeah, you go around and you hold me like that And I couldn't help but love you right back Then you go around and you touch him like that I won't trust you like that You make me feel bad Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh my God Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh my God We get along Getting off in this hotel room How much longer do I have to wait Get over here next to me Low in a Hyatt Tryna get higher Look for the lighter Neighborhood hire Now the supplier What’s with the people Tryna go whiter What the fuck Children are dying Moms at home cryin' Fuck, now I’m cryin' Yeah, you come around and you hold me like that And I couldn’t help but love you right back Then you go around and you fuck him like that I won’t trust you like that You make me feel bad So, go, go, go (Wait one second, Ryland) So, go, go, go (Let me do it one more) So, go, go, go So, go, go, go