It's honest, I'm ticking those boxes Make out like Speedy Gonzales Finito, a lier Iya iya think I'm on fire Flawless, look at your faces Two sides don't make me hate this I'm on it, I call it, lier lier your words expire, You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny only got so much for me You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny can't help me no more Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now Wall paint, crawling on elbows I make you a little no-show On tip-toes, behind, spin around around around and I'll find ya' Forecast, this is a heatwave I'll make you a banging headache Controlling, so lonely Lier lier jump in the fire, And you can hit me down Sonny But Sonny only got so much for me You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny can't help me no more Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now Honest, I'm packing those boxes Kicking you out like Speedy Gonzales Finito, you lier Iya iya your things are on fire Flawless, sick of your faces, Two sides don't make hate this, I'm on it, I call it, might aswell make the mo-ost of it, Did you ever think you'd see me, Like this?... Like this?... Like this? HEY Like this?
It's honest, I'm ticking those boxes Make out like Speedy Gonzales Finito, a lier Iya iya think I'm on fire Flawless, look at your faces Two sides don't make me hate this I'm on it, I call it, lier lier your words expire, You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny only got so much for me You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny can't help me no more Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now Wall paint, crawling on elbows I make you a little no-show On tip-toes, behind, spin around around around and I'll find ya' Forecast, this is a heatwave I'll make you a banging headache Controlling, so lonely Lier lier jump in the fire, And you can hit me down Sonny But Sonny only got so much for me You can hit me down Sonny But Sonny can't help me no more Hey now, hey now now, Sonny won't get me down He aint' got my soul he ain't got my anything now now Honest, I'm packing those boxes Kicking you out like Speedy Gonzales Finito, you lier Iya iya your things are on fire Flawless, sick of your faces, Two sides don't make hate this, I'm on it, I call it, might aswell make the mo-ost of it, Did you ever think you'd see me, Like this?... Like this?... Like this? HEY Like this?
