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Supercuts
Easy
by Jeremy Zucker
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I thought
I be good by now
I'd it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I lied
Still, I'm always the bad guy
So much for being nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate friends shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't need a hand to hold
Don't need you to console me
It's honestly getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many we could go
Well, maybe I'm off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
lets you down, we'll crappy
I'll hate your friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna make mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Find me drowning in this bullshit again
Started something we're just gonna end
Wonder if we would be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate your friends this ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the mall next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
I be good by now
I'd it figured all out
We'd skip the scenic route
And oh well
At least I lied
Still, I'm always the bad guy
So much for being nice
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate friends shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't make mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Well, I don't
Don't need a hand to hold
Don't need you to console me
It's honestly getting old
Well, I've thought
There's so many we could go
Well, maybe I'm off at home
Maybe I'm better on my own
'Cause I don't be someone who makes you happy
lets you down, we'll crappy
I'll hate your friends when this shit ends
Well, alright
And I don't wanna make mama cry at dinner
And see her at the next winter
At Supercuts, she my guts
Well, alright
Find me drowning in this bullshit again
Started something we're just gonna end
Wonder if we would be better as friends
But we won't
'Cause I don't wanna be someone who makes you happy
Then lets you down, we'll both feel crappy
I'll hate your friends this ends
Well, alright
And I don't make your cry at dinner
And see her at the mall next winter
At Supercuts, she hates my guts
Well, alright
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