BanksBeggin For Thread

So, I got edges that scratch And sometimes I don't got a filter But I'm so tired of eatin' all of my misspoken words I know my disposition gets confusing My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state That's why you want to come out and play with me (yeah) (Why, why, why) Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly you think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew I got some dirt on my shoes My words can come out as a pistol And I'm no good at aiming, but I can aim it at you I know my actions, they may get confusing But my unstableness is my solution, to even space That's why you want to come out and play with me (yeah) Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly you think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out But my tracks are better Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out But my tracks are better Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out But my tracks are better Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out But my tracks are better Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly you think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew
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