Why you tryna meddle in my life
When I just wanna be myself?
Don't come around and start fucking with my high
Anything else, yes, do please tell
I beg your pardon, Lord
If I didn't make it clear what I was asking for, yeah
Well, only as of late, I've just started pouring the drink
But stayed sipping from the glass half full now, uh
Probably not worth a round of applause
I guess it's hardly been a bone-dry Jan
But the shit that really matters is that you're not passing out on the floor
Or sitting stressing bout your whole life plan
Could do with a little self-loving
Like, counting how many skeletons are in the cupboard
Then serving them up with a biscuit and a little cuppa, yeah
Talking it out, certainly we've been discussing
About turning it 'round from arguments we've been stuck in
Surely we could have harmony
The melodies, kick, snare, rhythm was always calming me
As a kid, due to an aversion to shit
Led to slapping a prick and calling that a Freudian slip
Why you tryna meddle in my life
When I just wanna be myself?
Don't come around and start fucking with my high
Anything else, yes, do please tell
Yo, yeah
I like my tunes old-school like Soul Train
Strumming on a string, call me short-haired Cobain
I like a tonic wine, good weed, and some good brain
Well, you could be a super freak and I could be Rick James
Never put the pen to paper for quick fame
Only to expire like the date on your reg plate
Twenty-one, who really gives a fuck?
I've always been a fan of old Beemers, a Rolls-Royce or an El Camino truck
I've never needed much
Just a whisper with kick and snare on a daily
Fingers upon the ivories saying, "Sing to me, baby"
I think I'm onto a winner
That's probably why you hate me, yeah, ha
Some jealousy and envy got the best of your soul
I'll stay in my lane, why don't you stay in your own?
And if you ever need another little reminder
I suggest you simmer down and go replay this song, song, song
Why you tryna meddle in my life
When I just wanna be myself?
Don't come around and start fucking with my high
Anything else, yes, do please tell
Why you tryna meddle in my life
(Leave me alone, I've been doin' pretty good, uh)
When I just wanna be myself?
(It's not like anybody else really could be)
Don't come around and start fucking with my high
('Cause I'm not ready for the comedown, down)
Anything else, yeah, do please tell
(Yeah, can't imagine there being much now)
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