What's wrong baby?
Sometimes I'd stop to think about the times we would talk
It was the middle of the night, and you would go out and walk
The dog just so we could talk on the phone
It was just a little while til we were finally alone
We started dipping brushes, licking the paint
It all tasted bittersweet, it almost caused me to break
I'd keep telling myself that everything would pass
Then I'd see your pretty face and you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Just when you think that it's obvious, the epitome of my nauseousness
This rickety condition has been plaguing my tracks of
Consciousness, cognizance
Far from the realm of common sense
I swear that I just need a moment so I can clear my f*cking head
Sometimes I'd go out on a walk of my own
The weight of this pressure is pressing the measure
Creating a signature
Shifting the tone a bit closer to home
I'd keep telling myself that this too shall pass
I was tired of waiting and to top it off, you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Tiny Tiger - Troublin' Pair O' Dice Lyrics
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What's wrong baby?
Sometimes I'd stop to think about the times we would talk
It was the middle of the night, and you would go out and walk
The dog just so we could talk on the phone
It was just a little while til we were finally alone
We started dipping brushes, licking the paint
It all tasted bittersweet, it almost caused me to break
I'd keep telling myself that everything would pass
Then I'd see your pretty face and you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Just when you think that it's obvious, the epitome of my nauseousness
This rickety condition has been plaguing my tracks of
Consciousness, cognizance
Far from the realm of common sense
I swear that I just need a moment so I can clear my f*cking head
Sometimes I'd go out on a walk of my own
The weight of this pressure is pressing the measure
Creating a signature
Shifting the tone a bit closer to home
I'd keep telling myself that this too shall pass
I was tired of waiting and to top it off, you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Sometimes I'd stop to think about the times we would talk
It was the middle of the night, and you would go out and walk
The dog just so we could talk on the phone
It was just a little while til we were finally alone
We started dipping brushes, licking the paint
It all tasted bittersweet, it almost caused me to break
I'd keep telling myself that everything would pass
Then I'd see your pretty face and you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Just when you think that it's obvious, the epitome of my nauseousness
This rickety condition has been plaguing my tracks of
Consciousness, cognizance
Far from the realm of common sense
I swear that I just need a moment so I can clear my f*cking head
Sometimes I'd go out on a walk of my own
The weight of this pressure is pressing the measure
Creating a signature
Shifting the tone a bit closer to home
I'd keep telling myself that this too shall pass
I was tired of waiting and to top it off, you'd happen to ask
What's wrong baby?
Writer: Jeffery Fullmer
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