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[Intro: imnotvrycreative, Imogen Heap]
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah (You know you're be—)

[Chorus]
Yeah, he down for the count, I love to count, you'd think that I'm Dracula or somethin'
Turn ya dog to a mouse, shit going down, yeah, you're average, not enough
Don't ya think that ya fabricate enough? Fuck the amount, I ain't made enough
Ain't boutta do that shit you said, I can see right through your bluff
Yeah, he down for the count, I love to count, you'd think that I'm Dracula or somethin'
Turn ya dog to a mouse, shit going down, yeah, you're average, not enough
Don't ya think that ya fabricate enough? Fuck the amount, I ain't made enough
Ain't boutta do that shit you said, I can see right through your bluff, yeah

[Verse]
Back and forth to the bank like I'm arguing with it
You don't like me, that's cool, but this hard, just admit it
Put a hole in your window like parking ticket
Shit, I don't even know if he in it
Don't reach out to me 'cause, damn, I'd prolly break your arm in a minute
And I'd tell you that karma did it, huh

[Chorus]
Yeah, he down for the count, I love to count, you'd think that I'm Dracula or somethin'
Turn ya dog to a mouse, shit going down, yeah, you're average, not enough
Don't ya think that ya fabricate enough? Fuck the amount, I ain't made enough
Ain't boutta do that shit you said, I can see right through your bluff
Yeah, he down for the count, I love to count, you'd think that I'm Dracula or somethin'
Turn ya dog to a mouse, shit going down, yeah, you're average, not enough
Don't ya think that ya fabricate enough? Fuck the amount, I ain't made enough
Ain't boutta do that shit you said, I can see right through your bluff

[Outro: imnotvrycreative, Imogen Heap]
Yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, yeah (You know you're better than—)