Teach Me To Fight

Small town baby got his knickers in a twist
 Doesn't like the way that this curse leaves my lips
 Fuck what you think, I'm not trying to impress you
 I probably just upset you, you're tryna be your best you
 Suited and booted, but got no money
 Tryna act a grown-up, now that's pretty funny
 I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty
 I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude's expensive
 Take a trip, and you might find
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 ♪
 Caught in the mirror, can't recognise your face
 Trying too hard, yeah, it's gonna make you age
 Walk into the room, everybody looks the same
 I'm so tired of this place, yeah
 Why you scared of change, yeah?
 Too many photos and not enough friends
 Waiting on the next fad and the next trend
 Posers in the hall, and they're clogging up the stairways
 Working on their bitch face
 Come on, baby, let's play
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 And it's all I seem to see
 And it's all you seem to know
 Bet you're itching to find out
 Where the party's gonna go
 So you turn up at my door
 But you don't know anyone
 And the party's over now
 Can't you see you're on your own?
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 
 Small town baby got his knickers in a twist
 Doesn't like the way that this curse leaves my lips
 Fuck what you think, I'm not trying to impress you
 I probably just upset you, you're tryna be your best you
 Suited and booted, but got no money
 Tryna act a grown-up, now that's pretty funny
 I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty
 I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude's expensive
 Take a trip, and you might find
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 ♪
 Caught in the mirror, can't recognise your face
 Trying too hard, yeah, it's gonna make you age
 Walk into the room, everybody looks the same
 I'm so tired of this place, yeah
 Why you scared of change, yeah?
 Too many photos and not enough friends
 Waiting on the next fad and the next trend
 Posers in the hall, and they're clogging up the stairways
 Working on their bitch face
 Come on, baby, let's play
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 And it's all I seem to see
 And it's all you seem to know
 Bet you're itching to find out
 Where the party's gonna go
 So you turn up at my door
 But you don't know anyone
 And the party's over now
 Can't you see you're on your own?
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 
 Small town baby got his knickers in a twist
 Doesn't like the way that this curse leaves my lips
 Fuck what you think, I'm not trying to impress you
 I probably just upset you, you're tryna be your best you
 Suited and booted, but got no money
 Tryna act a grown-up, now that's pretty funny
 I thought I'd have it worked out and I'd be making plenty
 I'm feeling pretty empty, this attitude's expensive
 Take a trip, and you might find
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 ♪
 Caught in the mirror, can't recognise your face
 Trying too hard, yeah, it's gonna make you age
 Walk into the room, everybody looks the same
 I'm so tired of this place, yeah
 Why you scared of change, yeah?
 Too many photos and not enough friends
 Waiting on the next fad and the next trend
 Posers in the hall, and they're clogging up the stairways
 Working on their bitch face
 Come on, baby, let's play
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 And it's all I seem to see
 And it's all you seem to know
 Bet you're itching to find out
 Where the party's gonna go
 So you turn up at my door
 But you don't know anyone
 And the party's over now
 Can't you see you're on your own?
 Let's make this public, let's take it outside
 Put down your small-talk and teach me to fight
 Let's make this personal, stop wasting my time
 Get out my way, I'm sick of being polite
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh