[Intro]
Hey!

[Verse 1]
Give me a break
He's not a best friend, he's just a tweaker
So where's your poise, where's your posture?
A harlequin play the part too well, can't stop, yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, she's gonna get it
Put the verse in the backseat
I don't know you, I don't want to
Yeah, she's gonna get it
Grab the gun in the backseat
Gonna hurt you, 'cause I want to

[Verse 2]
I've seen more guts in a ten year-old kid
Is that what you call tact?
Cause you're as subtle as a brick, falling down my head
And is that what you call a getaway?
I think you're too tall
Are you hurting your back?
Does it keep you up at night now? (Fuck that)
Think you're clever, to a certain extent
And is that what you call a getaway?
[Chorus]
Yeah, she's gonna get it
Put the verse in the backseat
I don't know you, I don't want to
Yeah, she's gonna get it
Grab the gun in the backseat
Gonna hurt you, 'cause I want to

[Bridge]
Yeah, yeah
(Gonna hurt you)
(Gonna hurt you)
(Gonna hurt you)
(Gonna hurt you)

[Outro]
So where's your poise, where's your p–
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So where's your poise, where's your p–
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah