100 gecs feat. nothankyou - hand crushed by a mallet [nothankyou Remix] Lyrics

I was tryin' to find a way to kill time
I didn't even get to tell you goodbye
I was tryin' to find a way to kill time
Now you're gone and I can't ever say goodbye

This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go another day
This feeling's going to my head
I'm thinking things I shouldn't say
You circled me inside my room
I couldn't go, go, go, go

Oh my God, what the fuck?
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck? Make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the car
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah
Didn't wanna hurt no one
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun

I hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush it's not enough
You fucked up your last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression

I'll never go
I'll haunt your studio
You won't think of words
When you write at all
You'll just hear me singing this song
You'll think that's okay
You'll just sing along
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too
You just copy everything we do
If I wasn't me, I'd copy me too

Oh my God, what the fuck?
Take my hand, crush it up
Spill the blood on the floor
I ain't scared, think there's more
What the fuck? Make it stop
Took too long, here right now
On the floor, in the car
Smoking cigs in the bar
I don't want you to think
I got bad intentions
Never wanted you inside
You made it your mission, yeah
Didn't wanna hurt no one
But you just went and made it fun, fun, fun, fun

I hear you're lookin' for a way to fight the Corpus bride
She's workin' in my mind
And you're lookin' for a way to crush it's not enough
You fucked up your last try
We were in the studio
I was just playin'
You were all work and
I was all play and
You were talkin' business
Aiming with your weapon
I was on your hit list
I felt the compression

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Written By: Dylan Brady, Laura Les