It s my arms that wrap you up nice
It s my arms
it s my arms baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately
I ll introduce you to producers
I ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Chorus:
I m so confused
This industry has made me cold
I trusted you to make me shine bright
This is almost getting old
Shock me with fear it s taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
It s my words that fail to give insight
I blame you
blame me baby
Chorus
It suits me just fine
This is the package I m sending
These are the clothes that I m wearing
These are the words that I m saying
These are the notes that they re playing
I ll introduce you to producers
I ll write your songs and make them way damn shorter
Chorus
And it suits me just fine |
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