[Intro]
You won't go forgetting me
Drunk, fuck up that memory
I lost a lotta sympathy
And interest like a casualty (Ay)
[Bridge]
Whoa, whoa
(God had the right idea)
[Chorus]
Polite to me
God had the right idea
Spotlight, anxious
More anxious, more anxious
Fall
[Verse]
And the weather came down like a junkie
Everyone close strayed from me
Turned to a check, now they love me (Ay, ay)
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