Lyrics

Stuttering more lately s-s-s-s-s-s-saying stuff Living here sucks if you're made out of dandruff Weeds have overtaken the yard of my mind What is a stalker but a friend that you don't like? I'm bringing crying back Crying's the new black Crying on my snacks Drop the buttered bread the buttered side down I'm sure it's nothing, it's probably fine No pocket for your phone in your surgical gown I'm sure it's nothing, it's probably fine I'm a block of marble you can chip chip chip away at me There must be something good underneath... just keep hammering Everybody's free, free to drink sunscreen This song is not medical advice, ask a doctor if sunscreen is right for you I'm bringing crying back Crying's the new black Crying on my snacks Drop the buttered bread the buttered side down I'm sure it's nothing, it's probably fine Mass extinction, abduction, the traffic across town I'm sure it's nothing, it's probably fine Malicious alien landing, Yellowstone supervolcano No exceptions or acceptance at the Waffle House No pocket for your phone in your surgical gown I'm sure it's nothing, it's probably fine Woo
Writer(s): Mark Alan Edwards, Gregory Allan Katz, Amanda Tannen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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