Ninah - Flight Mode Lyrics

I'm crazy out of line
Too f*cking much for you most of the time
You hate I bite my nails
There's dirty laundry all over the place

I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you

You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode

Been drinking scotch all night
My pants they fit me sittin' way too tight
I'm crazy out of line
Should have a burger going with my fries

I know I'm a mess and you want me to change
But you should know better
You say I'm a mess and that I misbehave
And that's why I tell you

You could show up in your finest clothes
And beg for me to come home
But I don't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode

You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed
You got a way
Of working your way
Around my head
Into my bed

I know I'm a mess
Cause you say I'm a mess
But you can talk to my voicemail
Tell me to go to hell
I won't care
I put my freaking, f*cking, phone on Flight Mode