Well, boohoo
I hate to always bring bad news (a-ah)
Well, boohoo
I hate the way I rain on you
Social butterfly, can they sell it back?
Girl you got me high, so I fell
I'm reaching novocaine, sa-said you never came
Used to poke around my brain, 'til I drown
Well, boohoo
I hate to always bring bad news (a-ah)
Well, boohoo
I hate the way I rain on you
I'm tired now, to make the cut
Don't fire shots at me, I've had too much
Where were you? Where were you?
Oh hey, I guess I needed you
Well, boohoo
I hatе to always bring bad news (a-ah)
Well, boohoo
I hate thе way I rain on you
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