Beggin For Thread
BANKS · Goddess 2014 · Track 10 of 18
Written by BANKS, Jesse Rogg, Timmy “The Terror”
So I got edges that scratch And sometimes I don't got a filter But I'm so tired of eating all of my misspoken words I know my disposition gets confusing My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state That's why you wanna come out and play with me
Yeah Why Why Why
Stooped down and out You got me beggin for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly, I think you knew
I got some dirt on my shoes My words can come out as a pistol And I'm no good at aiming But I can aim it at you
I know my actions, they may get confusing But my unstable ways is my solution to even space That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
Stooped down and out You got me beggin for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly, I think you knew (Secretly I think you knew)
Hold it out, whoa Try to hide it out but my tracks are better Hold it out, whoa Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
Hold it out, whoa Try to hide it out but my tracks are better Hold it out, whoa Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
Stooped down and out You got me beggin for thread To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head Stupidly think you had it under control Strapped down to something that you don't understand Don't know what you were getting yourself into You should have known Secretly, I think you knew (Secretly I think you knew)