What’s your problem, baby?
Get the fuck out of your head
U do no drugs, none of whiskey
On a daddy’s shelf
Fuck your fortune teller
Who lives right down on your street
I said what I said
And let me groove to what I made
When u seem to figure out, u see
(Hold on, she goes like)
“U fucked up and u know it’s true!”
What’s your problem, baby?
Get the fuck out of your head
U do no drugs, none of whiskey
On a daddy’s shelf
Fuck your fortune teller
Who lives right down on your street
I said what I said
And let me groove to what I made
(U know what u need to do?
네 머리 안에서 제발 나와)