Stan

It's not that serious Hmm, yea Play "4422" Everyday I'm simping cause of you I'm drinking too Lets get a room, me and you F*ck it out You know what to do A risky text got me laid Broke the bed but we went ahead Two casualties, for the love of you Love of me We were meant to be I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window I'mma pass by your house And i'mma fucking throw a rock at your car Every day until you fucking talk to me On some creeper shit Yea, yea Yea I'm so obsessed, count to ten Even tried holding my breath You post a pic Oh, you so slick I don't know what else to do with this I'mma show up to your work Lay down a curse Maybe call you the b word I'mma stain all your shirts Eat your desert On me swear to God you will learn Just to take it all back Every night after that I don't know why I do this I'm so young and foolish For your love I'll be a Stan I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window, oh I'm looking out your window Wait, wait, what do What do you mean you don't like the song? (It has too much autotune...) Too much autotune? (Yea...) Bro you know, you know damm well I can't fucking sing (I don't know fucking do better or something) Na bro it's not even like that, like I'm just exaggerating You know what I mean? (Yea, yea, that's what you always say) Why the f*ck do you always bring that shit up? This is what I mean, na for real though You don't like the other one either? That's fucked up you know that Man, whatever