Doctor:
So, tell me about your mother
Tyson Ritter:
Doctor, doctor
Could you please just give me somethin' for the state I'm in
I'm having trouble and society believe I got it wrong again
I'm one month sober I don't think I'm getting over my predicament
But if I jumped out of the window what would she say
It's not on me, it's all on you
We can't deny the things we do
I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me
All over me
Help me, help me doctor
Seems to be an awful lot for me to understand
I know I'm not it's messed up in the troubles and the mess I'm in I should be dead
Cause then unless is all I think then you've had all your fun it's time to be a man
So you better quit your bitchin think about what the people would say
It's not on me, it's all on you
I can't prescribe what you want me to
You need some sleep, you better leave
You walked over me
All over me
Wait until tomorrow, and it's gone
So long
Wait until tomorrow, so long
It's gone
Waiting till tomorrow
Bang and steal and borrow till it's gone
(He don't got a lot but he's got all he needs)
I need someone to love
(And all he's got well it's all that he needs)
Somebody help me cause I could hear the voices in the tube
To get me through anything I do and anything will do good by me
A little pill, a little thrill, should I take it I think I will
And anything will do good so long as it's always true but
Either way I don't give a damn what you people all say
All now boy
It's not on me, it's all on you
I can't deny the things I do
I can't believe her pretty feet walked over me
All over me
Not on me, it's all on you
There comes a time to speak the truth
So you can see even when I leave
Walk over you
All over you
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