Lyrics
Can't stress on times past
I'm told I should look back and laugh
Don't see a world where you make it right
So I live, live in spite
You pressed it on me, baby
You pressed this on me, baby
That's right
You could kill me right now
You'd still be bankrupt, fucked and left out
You pressed it on me, baby
You pressed this on me, baby
List of people I've fucked over
Do they think the same of me?
List of people I've fucked over
Think less of me, and I agree
