Stomach Bug Lyrics

When the clock strikes midnight

And the parties over

And all of your friends

Are finally sober

Are you driving home

Nah he's my driver

Are you driving home

I might just sleep over

I can never get it

My man he's got a god complex

I never thought that when I met him it would come to this

He went and missed the mark his plans unfold the great creator

Still first to meet his match when he falls down the escalator

I don't wanna try

I'm already fried

I think that I've had enough I'll just lean back and close my eyes

He gives you everything

He gives you everything

He gives you everything

He gave you everything

I don't wanna turn it around

Don't wanna do anything

I want it all for free

I want it served on a plate

I know you jacked my style

So I'll jack your things

I want it all for free

Yeah yeah

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Someone better stop me I think I'm running wild

I'm running late all the time

Build a new casino

Where did all the trees go

I can never settle my mind

Find a new obsession

Make a new connection

Maybe she's a person like you

Everybody's asking

I don't need a reason

I hear the machines

From the windows in my kitchen

I don't know

Anyone

Who's never had

A stomach bug

Private isolation

And my procrastination

Has got me doing everything wrong

Focus on your freedoms

Pet your dogs and feed em

Everyday's exactly the same

I don't wanna turn it around

Don't wanna do anything

I want it all for free

I want it served on a plate

I know you jacked my style

So I'll jack your things

I want it all for free

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

I don't wanna turn it around

Don't wanna do anything

I want it all for free

I want it served on a plate

I know you jacked my style

So I'll jack your things

I want it all for free

Yeah yeah

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more

Gimme more