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Beggin For Thread - Banks

So, I got edges that scratch

And sometimes I don't got a filter

But I'm so tired of eatin' all of my misspoken words

I know my disposition gets confusing

My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state

That's why you want to come out and play with me (yeah)

(Why, why, why)

Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread

To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head

Stupidly you think you had it under control

Strapped down to something that you don't understand

Don't know what you were getting yourself into

You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew

I got some dirt on my shoes

My words can come out as a pistol

And I'm no good at aiming, but I can aim it at you

I know my actions, they may get confusing

But my unstableness is my solution, to even space

That's why you want to come out and play with me (yeah)

Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread

To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head

Stupidly you think you had it under control

Strapped down to something that you don't understand

Don't know what you were getting yourself into

You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew

Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out

But my tracks are better

Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out

But my tracks are better

Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out

But my tracks are better

Hold it out, (woah-oah) try to hide it out

But my tracks are better

Stooped down and out you got me beggin' for thread

To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head

Stupidly you think you had it under control

Strapped down to something that you don't understand

Don't know what you were getting yourself into

You should have known, secretly I'm think you knew