Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm
It's been a while since
I've burned incense
I used my lighter for a pack of twenty
I don't know where the fuck my Bible went
But I'm sure He'll forgive me
So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like
they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money
on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have an answers
even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know,
nothin's wrote in stone
You're your own, it's just a fuckin' poеm
Sorry
Baby, I don't have an answers
evеn though I'm a know-it-all
Too many restaurants in Beverly Hills
My favorite dinner comes
in packs of twenty-four
I came home through a windowsill
But I'm sure that she'll forgive me
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So please don't burn a hole in me
I-I, I know it seems like
they got what you need
No one knows you better than yourself
So don't worry
You shouldn't spend your money
on a dollar-store miracle
Sorry
Baby, I don't have an answers
even though I'm a know-it-all
So let it go, you'll never know,
nothin's wrote in stone
You're your own, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have an answers
even though I'm a know-it-all
Let it go, you'll never know,
nothing's wrote in stone (Wrote in stone)
You're your own, it's just a fuckin' poem
Sorry
Baby, I don't have an answer, shit,
and maybe I know nothin' at all