pull that s**t out of me

i know you love to give so much advice 

bar any evidence bar any proof you're right 

i know you love to tell me how i'm so sad to look at 

i know you love to tell me i know you love to tell me 

every single problem that i ever had

and that includes my baby

is 'cause i let you shame me

every single problem that you ever had

and you just keep on talking

you think you would learn something 

but the truth is i'm not the one that struggles to be happy 

you had to yearn and scratch and pull that s**t out of me

the way she raised me

the people that she let into my hands

that's why i need, to carry nothing

that's why i always cancel all my plans