Karen O's

Put the money in the bag
No excuses, no talking when I run up in your office
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Cold motherfucker, more crazy then I let off two demons and they screamin'
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
What's up in your pocket?
Problems, and I'm trynna make a profit give it to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Conscience not afraid to go to jail to prove the motherfucking point yeah, yeah, yeah!

I've got problems and a bottle sloves it, give it here
Got a lotta nothin' but I've got my, got my fears
I feel nothing but I hate the mirror in my face
I've found love in someone else's pockets

I need someone, one to confide in but
If I don't find the one throw me away
I said I need someone, one to confide in but
If I don't find the one throw me away
Throw me away, yeah

I'm still climbing over piles of unanswered prayers, yeah, yeah
On my knees so long got no reason left to care, yeah, yeah, yeah
All your plates are full, my stomach's empty and I'm here
I will sell my soul to make a profit

I need someone, one to confide in but
If I don't find the one throw me away
I said I need someone, one to confide in but
If I don't find the one throw me away
Throw me away