I don’t want to play house

I don’t want to play doll

Most of all, won’t set foot in a mall

Cuz I got one life

One life

One easy life

It feels so good

Like 32 should

The globe is my desert

You domestic turd

Brace yourself, be nice

Be nice

Stay nice

But then I think about what you said

It must be getting to my head

The clock

Is getting to my head

The clock

What? What?

The clock

That clingy little fuck

I don’t want play mouse

I’d rather cat’em all

Or maybe be the bread bearing

Dad that works abroad

Let you play the wife, my wife

My pretty wife

I still can’t be alone

I got to build a home

I’m so afraid of death

You can smell it on my breath

In the morning I’m rotting

So rotten

Inside

It’s just the way you said

It’s getting to my head

That clingy little fuck

A blessing to be bred

Is tryna ruin my life

Ma life

Ma easy life

What if it’s me I’m born to serve?

Aim at what I don’t deserve?

The clock

Don’t let it get into my head, what? What?

The clock

Clingy little fuck

The clock

Huh aye huh