​malibu mage

[Hook]
Cause I don't think it was all that
You used to talk all the trash
You used to talk all the shit
God damn, I don't give a shit
I used to be such a romantic, but now I'm so manic
I panic, panic

[Post-Hook]
I don't wanna go down if I go up
Yeah, I got keep it down, don’t wanna throw up
Can’t make a big sound, no big fuss
Can't fake it anymore, the gig's up
Open the door, the lid’s up
If you might latch on to me, give me a heads up
Please do not crash into me, no head butts
I know being with me gives you a head rush
Romeo, Juliet, you wish that was us
But with you it’s Russian roulette, I can not trust
No, I can not love

[Verse 1]
I got the, I got the itch need a Benadryl
So sick, yeah, I got achoos
Fever dreams, tell me if it's rеal
Is it real, gotta know the deal
Tеll me if you really would kill
Tell me if you really would steal
If you saw me countin' my bills
So much you wanna get a feel
I got the itch need a Benadryl
So sick, yeah, I got achoos
Fever dreams, tell me if it's real
Is it real, gotta know the deal
Tell me if you really would kill
Tell me if you really would steal
If you saw me countin' my bills
So much you wanna get the a feel

[Verese 2]
Back it up, Back it up
Just wanna say, hey what's up
All the racks, I rack it up
That’s why they wanna stay with us
Don't ask, it's just because
Just look what I've become
She ask for Beer Rog
She so fine
Tell me, if you wanna run baby
We can go run back to the 80s
We can go drive every Mercedes
Your the type that drives me crazy
Yeah, you wanna go date me
Is that what you been think lately
Baby you should rethink all that
Cause I don't think it was all that

[Hook]
Cause I don't think it was all that
You used to talk all the trash
You used to talk all the shit
God damn, I don't give a shit
I used to be such a romantic, but now I'm so manic
I panic, panic
I panic, panic

[Post-Hook]
I don't wanna go down if I go up
Yeah, I got keep it down, don’t wanna throw up
Can’t make a big sound, no big fuss
Can't fake it anymore, the gig's up
Open the door, the lid’s up
If you might latch on to me, give me a heads up
Please do not crash into me, no head butts
I know being with me gives you a head rush
Romeo, Juliet, you wish that was us
But with you it’s Russian roulette, I can not trust
No, I can not love

[Outro]
Tell me if you really would k-
Tell me if you really would s-
If you saw me countin' my b-