Ross Lynch
OMG Plz Don’t Come Around
[Intro]
Uh, uh, uh (Oh my God)
Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (Oh my God)
Oh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
I'm addled up
'Cause you make me so damn confused (Oh my God)
I'm out of luck
Spent it all up on loving you (Oh my God), oh-oh (Oh-oh)
I heard you're a liar, telephone wire
Tryna decipher
Maybe pariah, maybe I like ya
Maybe I'll write, but she like Mariah
But three octaves higher (Yeah), overproof diet
Then we retired, lost the attire
Era, The Driver

[Chorus]
Yeah, you go around and you hold me like that
And I couldn't help, but love you right back
Yet you go around and you touch him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh my God)
Oh, oh, oh (Oh my God), oh, oh, oh (Oh my God)
Oh, oh, oh (Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh), oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh (Oh my God), oh, oh, oh (Oh my God)

[Verse 2]
We get along, oh
Getting off in this hotel room (Oh my God), -oom
How much longer do I have to wait?
Get over here next to me (Oh my God), -ee (Ah-ah)
Low in a Hyatt, tryna get higher
Look for the lighter, neighborhood hire
Now the supplier
What's with the people, tryna go whiter (What the fuck?)
Children are dying, moms at home cryin'
Fuck, now I'm cryin'

[Chorus]
Yeah, you come around and you hold me like that
And I couldn't help, but love you right back
And you go around and you fuck him like that
I won't trust you like that
You make me feel bad (Bad, bad)

[Post-Chorus]
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Bridge]
So, go, go, go (Wait one second, Ryland)
So, go, go, go, wooh, oh (Let me do it one more)
So, go, go, go
So, go, go, go, wooh, oh

[Instrumental Outro]