Why you tryna meddle with my life When I just wanna be myself
Don’t come around and start ******* with my hide
Anything else, yes do, please tell I beg your pardon, Lord
If I didn’t make it clear what I was asking for, yeah
Well, only as of late I just pouring drink
But tippin’ I fall, uh
not worth round of applause I guess it’s bone-dry joint
But **** matters is you’re not out on floor
Or sitting stressing your whole life plan
Could do with self-loving counting how many are in cupboard
Then serving them with biscuit and cuppa, yeah
Talking it out, certainly we’ve discussing about
Turning it we’ve in
Surely have harmony, melodies, kicks, snare
was as kid
Due an aversion slapping prick
And calling slip
Why you tryna meddle with my life
When I just wanna be myself
Don’t come around and start ******* with my height
Anything else, yes do, please tell
Yo, yeah, I my old school Soul Train
Strumming on string, short-haired Cobain
I wine, good weenie, some good brain
Well you be super freak and I be James
put pen for quick fame
Only expire on your plate
21, who gives ****
I’ve fan of old beamers
And Royce or an truck
I’ve needed much, just whisper with kick and snare
daily, fingers upon ivory
Saying sing baby, I I’m on winner
That’s probably why you hate me, yeah
Some and got rest of your soul
I’ll in my why don’t you in your own
And you ever reminder
I suggest you simmer and go replay this song
Why you tryna meddle with my life
When I just wanna be myself
Don’t come around and start ******* with my hype
Anything else, do please tell
Why you tryna meddle with my life
Leave alone, I’ve doing pretty good, uh
When I just wanna be myself
Don’t come around and start ******* with my hype
Anything else, do please tell
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