Hey doctor doctor could you please just give me something for the state I’m in?
I’m having trouble and society believe I got it wrong again
I’m one eye sober, I don’t think I’m getting over my predicament
But if I jumped out of the window what would she say?
It’s not on me
It’s all on you
We can’t deny
The things we do
I can’t believe
Her pretty feet
Walked over me
All over me
Help me help me doc, it seems to be an awful lot for me to understand
I know I’m not expressing in my troubles in the next time and I should be dead
He said, that’s a start, I think that you find all your findings, stopped to be a man
So you better quit you bitching, think about what the people would say
It’s not on me
It’s all on you
I can’t prescribe
What you want me to
You need some sleep
You’d better leave
You walked over me
All over me
Waiting till tomorrow and it’s gone, so long
Waiting till tomorrow, so long, and it’s gone
Waiting till tomorrow, your bag is still borrowed till it’s gone
He don’t gotta love but he’s got all he needs
I need someone to love
And all he’s got, well it’s all that he needs
Somebody help me
Cuz I can hear what you said me too
That put me through, anything would do
Anything would do about me
A little bit of love through
Should I take it? I think I will
And anything would do
But so long as it’s always true good
In a way I don’t give a damn what you people all say
It’s not on me
It’s all on you
I can’t deny
The things I do
I can’t believe
Her pretty feet
Walked over me
All over me
It’s not on me
It’s all on you
There comes a time
To speak the truth
Then you can see
Even when I leave
Walked over you
All over you.
compositores: NICK WHEELER, TYSON RITTER
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