Lyrics

I've got a thought that should be brought to the police Here is the thing, I wanna bring you to your knees I'm jealous of your friends and of your enemies I've got a thought that should be brought to the police Here is the thing, I wanna bring you to your knees I'm jealous of your friends and of your enemies And I feel overweight and underage You can't compete with the wars I wage And I, I overdo, I'm all over you I never knew where to take it to And I feel overweight, I feel underage It's never random, I always land on a Brandon Walsh You've got it made, you're getting paid, you've got no flaws And that is why you have me trying to break your balls I can get so childish I can get so lost And every time I deny this It's at a bigger cost But then it's like I'm forced Come back to me again Come back to me again I only need a friend This time I don't pretend