OMG Plz Don’t Come Around - The Driver Era

Uh, uh, uh (Oh my God)

Uh, uh, uh (Oh my God)

I'm addled up

'Cause you make me so damn confused

I'm out of luck

Spent it all up on loving you, oh

I heard you're a liar

Telephone wire

Tryna decipher

Maybe pariah

Maybe I like ya

Maybe I'll write but

She like Mariah

But 3 octaves higher

Overproof diet

Then we retired

Lost the attire

Era The Driver

Yeah, you go around and you hold me like that

And I couldn't help but love you right back

Then you go around and you touch him like that

I won't trust you like that

You make me feel bad

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh my God

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh my God

We get along

Getting off in this hotel room

How much longer do I have to wait

Get over here next to me

Low in a Hyatt

Tryna get higher

Look for the lighter

Neighborhood hire

Now the supplier

What's with the people

Tryna go whiter

What the fuck

Children are dying

Moms at home cryin'

Fuck, now I’m cryin'

Yeah, you come around and you hold me like that

And I couldn’t help but love you right back

Then you go around and you fuck him like that

I won’t trust you like that

You make me feel bad

So, go, go, go

(Wait one second, Ryland)

So, go, go, go

(Let me do it one more)

So, go, go, go

So, go, go, go