Talk to me
You don't ever want to talk to me
Feeling stressed out of necessity
Needlessly lost in my own vanity
Don't know how to be alone...
And this be the realest thing that I know
Hideaway
Hideaway
Oh...
Talk to me
All you want is my profanity
Filing suit just trying to ruin me
Feeding weekly mediocrity
Don't know how to be alone...
And this be the realest thing that I know
Hideaway
Hideaway
Oh...
And this be the realest thing that I know
The realest thing that I know
Hideaway
Hideaway
Oh...
Hideaway
Hideaway
Oh...