It's 3 in the morning and it sucks that I'm up
Thinking too much, god, I've had enough
I might be sick if god gave me love
Think I'll be better off making gold out of mud
Smells like burning hair
Get those kids there
That's harsh what has he done to you
Done to you
Thinking he's a man is silly of you
Silly of you
Why can't you be more like me
More Like me
Can't you see that I'm growing my hair
Smells like burning hair
Get those kids there
That's harsh what has he done to you
Done to you
Thinking he's a man is silly of you
Silly of you
Why can't you be more like me
More Like me
Can't you see that I'm growing my hair