Suits lyrics

by

Harrison Gordon



[Verse 1]
I won't play this game anymore
Why can't I fight back instead of trying to endure
Ruining every good thing now
Turning every offer down
Should be old enough to talk on my behalf
Is it really worth an argument this late?
We lost the plot
You never hear a word I say

[Pre-Chorus]
You're really good at tearing me apart
I'm really good at taking it to heart
"It's just business, man"
Well, I don't give a f*ck

[Chorus]
Just leave me alone now
Out of touch, without soul now
And I can't pop this stupid f*cking pimple on my knee

[Verse 2]
What's the f*ckin' point in talkin'?
You're just blowin' smoke
It's so cool you're out in LA
Givin' up on hope
[Pre-Chorus]
You're really good at tеaring me apart
I'm really good at taking it to heart
You tradе speaking terms for checkbooks
Man, you suck

[Chorus]
They got you in a chokehold now
A suit without a soul now
And I can't wait to hear about your Ivy League degree
There's nothing worse than growin' up
I don't have it figured out
But we got nothin' in common
Man, I'd never take that route

[Outro]
They got you in a chokehold now
A suit without a soul now
And I can't wait to hear about your Ivy League degree
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