Blame It on Whitman - FL|20

Robbin Peter to pay Paul, or the piper
can't sleep, constantly pull all nighters
Belts getting tighter

Raise your hand if you wanna be first up
Be a man you gotta bottle that shit up
Pour yourself another glass of whiskey
All these fears they won't control me

To lie down I'd rather die now the rent is overdue
Surrender quell your temper simply glide across the room
Forever this contender will always be with you
Surrender quell your temper simply lie down lie down

Ooh to lie down I'd rather die now be sure to take with food
Surrender become a member for a price improve your mood
Forever this contender will always be with you
Forever quell your temper quell your temper temper
Raise your hand if you wanna be checked out
Be a man never plague yourself with doubt
Change yourself with manufactured happy

All these pills they go down just like candy

Written by:
Daniel Duffy, Maxwell Davis

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