[Hook]

Cause I don't think it was all that

You used to talk all the trash

You used to talk all the shit

God damn, I don't give a shit

I used to be such a romantic, but now I'm so manic

I panic, panic

[Post-Hook]

I don't wanna go down if I go up

Yeah, I got keep it down, don’t wanna throw up

Can’t make a big sound, no big fuss

Can't fake it anymore, the gig's up

Open the door, the lid’s up

If you might latch on to me, give me a heads up

Please do not crash into me, no head butts

I know being with me gives you a head rush

Romeo, Juliet, you wish that was us

But with you it’s Russian roulette, I can not trust

No, I can not love

[Verse 1]

I got the, I got the itch need a Benadryl

So sick, yeah, I got achoos

Fever dreams, tell me if it's rеal

Is it real, gotta know the deal

Tеll me if you really would kill

Tell me if you really would steal

If you saw me countin' my bills

So much you wanna get a feel

I got the itch need a Benadryl

So sick, yeah, I got achoos

Fever dreams, tell me if it's real

Is it real, gotta know the deal

Tell me if you really would kill

Tell me if you really would steal

If you saw me countin' my bills

So much you wanna get the a feel

[Verese 2]

Back it up, Back it up

Just wanna say, hey what's up

All the racks, I rack it up

That’s why they wanna stay with us

Don't ask, it's just because

Just look what I've become

She ask for Beer Rog

She so fine

Tell me, if you wanna run baby

We can go run back to the 80s

We can go drive every Mercedes

Your the type that drives me crazy

Yeah, you wanna go date me

Is that what you been think lately

Baby you should rethink all that

Cause I don't think it was all that

[Hook]

Cause I don't think it was all that

You used to talk all the trash

You used to talk all the shit

God damn, I don't give a shit

I used to be such a romantic, but now I'm so manic

I panic, panic

I panic, panic

[Post-Hook]

I don't wanna go down if I go up

Yeah, I got keep it down, don’t wanna throw up

Can’t make a big sound, no big fuss

Can't fake it anymore, the gig's up

Open the door, the lid’s up

If you might latch on to me, give me a heads up

Please do not crash into me, no head butts

I know being with me gives you a head rush

Romeo, Juliet, you wish that was us

But with you it’s Russian roulette, I can not trust

No, I can not love

[Outro]

Tell me if you really would k-

Tell me if you really would s-

If you saw me countin' my b-