Fold Ya' Up Like a Blanket

Oh, oh

Yeah, whatever

If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better

Oh, oh

For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles

Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh

Yeah, whatever

If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better

Oh, oh

For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles

Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh

Being around bullshitters

And I don't know who is the ball and who is the hitter

Now you know I'm bitter

Can't trust anyone, and I forgive too quickly

And that's a knock on my pride

Sticking around, wasting too much time

Always such a nice guy, and I get it

I let you swerve around me like a little curb

Oh, I can only say this once

You will not see me here anymore

'Cause I'm the king of the crop

I'm the crème dе la crème

I'm the queen of the crèmе

I'm the crop to the crop

And I'm not gonna stop

So go fuck right off

Fold ya' up like a blanket

And put you away

Fold ya' up like a blanket

And put you away

Fold ya' up like a blanket

And put you away

Fold ya' up like a blanket

And put you away

I'm the king of the crop

I'm the crème de la crème

I'm the queen of the crème

I'm the crop to the crop

And I'm not gonna stop

I'm the king of the crop

I'm the crème de la crème

I'm the queen of the crème

I'm the crop to the crop

And I'm not gonna stop

So go fuck right off

Oh, oh

Yeah, whatever

If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better

Oh, oh

For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles

Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh

Yeah, whatever

If I back the fuck up, I'll feel better

Oh, oh

For a long while, I pretended I was all smiles

Sitting there bitter

Oh, oh

I think about if there's a place for me

Far out, beyond my reach

If there was, would I see it

Or let it pass me by?

It's the same with everything else, onto my feet

Just stay away from the bullshit

Keep it all goin'

Don't let 'em fold ya up like blanket when your friends leave