OMG Plz Don't Come Around

(Oh my God, oh my God) I'm addled up 'Cause you make me so damn confused (oh my God) I'm out of luck Spend it all up on loving you (oh my God) I heard you're a liar Telephone wire Tryna decipher Maybe pariah Maybe I like ya Maybe I'll write but she like Mariah Three 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 Yet you go around and you touch him like that I won't trust you like that You make me feel bad Ooh, ooh, oh my God Ooh, ooh, oh my God (oh my God) Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (oh my God) We get along Getting off in this hotel room (oh my God) 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 hold me like that And I couldn't help but love you right back And 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 --- OMG Plz Don't Come Around - THE DRIVER ERA