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Ouse - U Were Right lyrics

Artist: Ouse

album: U Were Right


Why we gotta do this every time I
I'm so over being Mr. nice guy
Never been the best at saying things that sit on my mind
That's the shit that keep me up at night (night, night, night)
Why you got me going through your iPhone
Thought about the shit the whole drive home
Fuck it I ain't perfect I'll admit it guess that I'm wrong
Damn I hate to say it you were right (right, right, right)
Busted broken down and bitter bandage on a broken heart
Tension in the room you feel it second that the moment starts
And normally I wouldn't be this reckless but I'm faded
So the voices started raising now the shit just escalated
She like what the fuck you yelling for
Hang up just to call you now I'm screaming through the telephone
I'm riding by myself alone you always pushing buttons I don't want this shit to crash
But just tell me why I even gotta ask like like
Why we gotta do this every time I
I'm so over being Mr. nice guy
Never been the best at saying things that sit on my mind
That's the shit that keep me up at night (night, night, night)
Why you got me going through your iPhone
Thought about the shit the whole drive home
Fuck it I ain't perfect I'll admit it guess that I'm wrong
Damn I hate to say it you were right (right, right, right)
Why you telling lies, yeah
You do it all the time all the time yeah, yeah
I'm not gonna cry, oh
I'm just gonna get stupid high yeah
Girl you know I'm fine yeah
I'm just smoking wood until the feelings go by
You said I was changing, yeah
But I'm gonna be the same till the day I die
Block me from your iPhone but
I don't really care I don't really care
Got a thousand guys hoe but
I don't really care I don't really care
I don't really care I don't really care
I don't really care I don't really care
Why we gotta do this every time I
I'm so over being Mr. nice guy
Never been the best at saying things that sit on my mind
That's the shit that keep me up at night (night, night, night)
Why you got me going through your iPhone
Thought about the shit the whole drive home
Fuck it I ain't perfect I'll admit it guess that I'm wrong
Damn I hate to say it you were right (right, right, right)

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