Vista previa
Its my arms that wrap you up nice
Its my arms, its my arms baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
Ill introduce you to producers
Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Im so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear its taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
Its my words that fail to give insight
I blame you, blame me baby
Im so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
It suits me just fine
This is the package Im sending
These are the clothes that Im wearing
These are the words that Im saying
These are the notes that theyre playing
Ill introduce you to producers
Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Im so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
And it suits me just fine