The way you talkin' shit, it's gettin' out of hand
Pain never really comes out clear
But I can hear it the tone, know you're scared
I can hear it through your phone, know it's there
Talkin' loud won't make things clear

I get a feeling you got so much more to say
Feel like the rain on the world's favorite
It's gettin' hard for me to concentrate

I'd rather put something do on you, babe
On you, on you, on you, on you
On you, on you, on you, on you, woah, oh
You, ooh, woah
I'd rather put something do on you, babe
On you, on you, on you, on you
On you, on you, on you, on you, woah, oh
You, ooh, woah
Oh, oh-oh-oh

You don't ever really make things fair
You don't ever really make things clear
At a current disadvantage in heaven
Like I'm always goin' to war with your [?]
Like I'm always goin' to war with your friends

But I get it, I get it
Feel like you got so much more to say
Feel like the rain on the world's favorite
It's gettin' hard for me to concentrate

I'd rather put something do on you, babe
On you, on you, on you, on you
On you, on you, on you, on you, woah, oh
You, ooh, woah
I'd rather put something do on you, babe
On you, on you, on you, on you
On you, on you, on you, on you, woah, oh
You, ooh, woah
Oh, oh-oh-oh

Ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, oh-oh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh