Everybody's singing their songs about
Singing their songs about
Singing their songs about
Who?
Bitches hold me back, Mitch
I'm sick of that kid's shit
Here we go, something new
Everybody's sick of my bad moods
Walk around, mad moods
Why you look sad, dude?
Who, me?
I'm just killing my time 'til I get on the line with Cecilia
How I can't wait to feel ya
Ain't nothing like your real, real love
Same shit I always say
Same promises I make
When I'm away, you're on hold
On hold, on hold
Don't even look at other girls
Other girls, other girls
I blow them off like a shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
Oh Cecilia, you're the one
The one, the one
There I go again with the love songs
Same as above songs
Sick of that, nothing new, uh
Okay, shake it off, man
Back to the first plan
Think of important views
Philippines, bad dreams, girl's screams, misery
Angst teens, drag queens hipster scenes
Getting blown to smithereens
Wait, I can't hesitate
'Cause then I'll start slowly drifting back to cecilia
How I can't wait to feel ya
Ain't nothing like your real, real love
Same things I always say
Same promises I make
When I'm away, you are on hold
On hold, on hold
Don't even look at other girls
Other girls, other girls
I blow them off like a shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
Oh Cecilia, you're the one
The one, the one
One more time, before I leave
Put my hands up your dress, and just squeeze
Even look at other girls
Blow them off like a shotgun
Cecilia, you're the one
When I'm away, you're on hold
On hold, on hold
Don't even look at other girls
Other girls, other girls
I blow them off like a shotgun
Shotgun, shotgun
Oh Cecilia, you're the one
The one, the one