Beggin For Thread - BANKS (班克斯)

So I got edges that scratch

And sometimes I don't got a filter

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-yyy why-yyy why-yyy

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

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)