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