Its my arms that wrap you up nice Its my arms, its my arms baby Small rooms with record exec types Whisper away my future lately
Ill introduce you to producers Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Im so confused This industry has made me cold I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear its taking longer Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
Its my words that fail to give insight I blame you, blame me baby
Im so confused This industry has made me cold I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old
It suits me just fine This is the package Im sending These are the clothes that Im wearing These are the words that Im saying These are the notes that theyre playing
Ill introduce you to producers Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Im so confused This industry has made me cold I trusted you to make me shine bright This is almost getting old
And it suits me just fine
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