Fresh Air Lyrics

I respect your art but I think its shit

I know you think the world of it

I respect my dad but he's a dick

That's alright he'll probably never listen to this

Pin me grind me watch me spin

Chuck me in your fucking bin

I respect your art but I think its shit

Thank you for all this trouble

You were the worst part of myself

And all my days were all muddled

You were the worst part of myself

That's right

You're mad to think that she'll be there

Crying in her suitcase In your underwear

Tryna figure out what mends hurt

You're mad to think that she'll be there

Crying in her suitcase In your underwear

Tryna figure out what mends hurt

That's right

I respect your art and I think its shit

I know you think the world of it

I respect my dad but he's a dick

That's alright he'll probably never listen to this

Pin me grind me watch me spin

Chuck me in your fucking bin

I respect your art but I think its shit

Thank you for all this trouble

You were the worst part of myself

You gave me crime

So I learnt to shine

You were the worst part of myself

That's right

Bet you loving that don't ya

You had me running around like your bitch

When it comes to the thick of it

Scream la de da

You're mad to think that she'll be there

Crying in her suitcase In your underwear

Tryna figure out what mends hurt

That's right

Things change over night

You had it so easy

Things change over night

You had it so easy

All the time

On my mind

Things change over night

You had it so easy

All the time

On my mind

Things change over night

You had it so easy

All the time

On my mind

All the time

On my mind