Vitals

Saw you in the hallway
But you looked peculiar
Got a target on my body
With the bullseye skewered
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Can hear the rumors

No

La da-da-da da, la da-da-da
La da-da-da da, la da-da-da

All you phony boys are makin' me sick
Faking interest in interest of your slick dick
In the groups, on the move, to come up on chicks
Keep repeating yourselves like tick-tick-tick

Oh, why 'ya like this?
Man, nobody likes this
We’ve all seen that movie
Stop with the 'my wife' bit
Yes, I’ve heard of Death Grips
Mix my own tracks
Yeah, I’m sure you’re the tits
Now, get off my back

Thanks for the advice
But I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk
'Cause I don't wanna wreck you
Thanks for the advice
But I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk
'Cause I don't wanna wreck you

La da-da-da da, la da-da-da
La da-da-da da, la da-da-da

(I was just tryna be nice)

You’re the kinda boy
Who I’d charge twenty dollars a gram
I'd ground up all your bones
To make flour for bread
I’d stand you up at the show
When you play with your band
I'd strand you all alone
And I'd laugh and I'd laugh

You’re the kinda boy
Who I'd charge twenty dollars a gram
He can’t come on his own
Gotta go with his friends
He can't come on his own
No, he’s gotta pretend
Got dirty photos on his phone
That no one asked him to send

Saw you in the hallway
But you looked peculiar
Got a target on my body
With the bullseye skewered
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Should I leave before I’m sorry? I
Can hear the rumors

No

La da-da-da da, la da-da-da
La da-da-da da, la da-da-da

Hey, how you doin'?
Whacha doin'?
Who you doin' tonight?
I just wanna come to tell you
That I think your shit's tight
And, yeah, you know
Now that you mention
You remind me of Grimes
And, if you wanna work together
Or whatever, it's fine

I mean, if I can have the pleasure
Cool, at yours or at mine?
Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that
That hi-hat's too high
I wonder what setup you’re using
What's your D. A. W.?
Who’s your sound guy?
Oh, you do your shit yourself?
Girl, that’s awesome
Good for you
I can't believe that

But, I know it's hard
So, maybe, that you don't lose it
You can let me do the music
You can focus on your vocals
And, by the way
No matter what it is you do
You might do a little better
If you dress differently, too

Thanks for the advice
But I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk
'Cause I don't wanna wreck you
Thanks for the advice
But I'm set, dude
I don't wanna talk
'Cause I don't wanna wreck you

La da-da-da da, la da-da-da
La da-da-da da, la da-da-da