Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Sipped out my head
I'll be sitting for the worst
And I'll be tryna sell out a show
Nothing really makes you happy
That's not my problem
You should really check the go
Grab the bags on the way out
Throw them out the rainbow
And I don't really check how it goes
Yeah, I don't need to catch them
And I don't need to sell them
Cause I already made this thing work
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Whoa, wait
Sold my way home
Whoa, where did people go now
I don't wanna sell the most
I wanna sell the most
Tryna be the best on my own
Way up, way up
Way, way, way up, way up
I be, I be, I be way up
Way up, way up yuh
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Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Sipped out my head
I'll be sitting for the worst
And I'll be tryna sell out a show
Nothing really makes you happy
That's not my problem
You should really check the go
Grab the bags on the way out
Throw them out the rainbow
And I don't really check how it goes
Yeah, I don't need to catch them
And I don't need to sell them
Cause I already made this thing work
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Whoa, wait
Sold my way home
Whoa, where did people go now
I don't wanna sell the most
I wanna sell the most
Tryna be the best on my own
Way up, way up
Way, way, way up, way up
I be, I be, I be way up
Way up, way up yuh
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Sipped out my head
I'll be sitting for the worst
And I'll be tryna sell out a show
Nothing really makes you happy
That's not my problem
You should really check the go
Grab the bags on the way out
Throw them out the rainbow
And I don't really check how it goes
Yeah, I don't need to catch them
And I don't need to sell them
Cause I already made this thing work
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Oh me, what's there for me?
I'm so tired of all this lying
All the lying
I'm spending too much time man
Tryna please to please you
Nothing really makes a spark
Nothing really makes you
Whoa, wait
Sold my way home
Whoa, where did people go now
I don't wanna sell the most
I wanna sell the most
Tryna be the best on my own
Way up, way up
Way, way, way up, way up
I be, I be, I be way up
Way up, way up yuh
Writer: Michael Rodas
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid