Lyrics Waterparks – Play
Text:
I kinda, kinda hate your guts
As if you even had some
Same goes for a backbone
A thousand «fuck yourself»‘s are not enough
To show everyone what the fuck is up
And I’ve just gotten started
You thought that you could quietly
Ruin my life
Welcome to my-
I should charge you rent
For living underneath my skin
I’ve called the cops, a priest
At least I hope they’ll-
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Give me back my life
And give me, give me back my youth
My fists will never be unclenched
I hope they’ll-
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I don’t fucking like you
At all
No, I don’t fucking like you
At all, at all
So if you wanna play the victim, play alone
Because the last thing we have in common
Is neither of us like you
I feel tired, uninspired
I just wanna go
Okay now, time to wake up (yay)
Leaked our album three months early
Yes, you fucking heard me
I’m stressed right now
Depressed right now
I should know to take the pills
Because I’m scared of how I react
Like I’m the best storyteller in the room
Sucks for you
All I’ve got’s the truth, a shovel
Hoping that they bury you
I should charge you rent
For living underneath my skin
I’ve called the cops, a priest
At least I hope they’ll
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Give me back my life
And give me, give me back my youth
My fists will never be unclenched
I hope they’ll-
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I don’t fucking like you
At all
No, I don’t fucking like you
At all, at all
So if you wanna play the victim, play alone
Because the last thing we have in common
Is neither of us like you
I should charge you rent
For living underneath my skin
I should charge you rent
For living-
(Uh oh, uh oh)
Give me back my life
And give me, give me back my youth
My fists will never be unclenched
I hope they’ll-
(Uh oh, uh oh)
I don’t fucking like you (I don’t fucking like you)
At all
No, I don’t fucking like you (I don’t fucking like you)
At all, at all
So if you wanna play the victim, play alone
Because the last thing we have in common
Is neither of us like you
I should charge you rent
For living underneath my skin
I’ve called the cops, a priest
At least I hope they’ll
(Uh oh, uh oh)
And the last thing that I’ll say
?
forget you everyday
My fists will never be unclenched
I hope they’ll-
(Uh oh, uh oh)