Lyrics
What's with that look on your face?
Is everything okay?
I can't remember your name
It's better of this way
By this time next week
I'll be smiling cheek to cheek
Or I'll be face down in that creek
It's up to you, it's up to me
It's up to me
You are the scratch, I am the itch
We're feeding of each other's shit
This tastes so-
Money on my mind, now I can't think straight
I'm not rich, gotta make my way up
Spending all my time on things that waste it
I can't say it's time to face it
Let me take it, I'll just waste it
Make that face, you're so persuasive
And if I make it I'll thank Satan
Play my aces any way I can
What's with that look on your face?
Is everything okay?
I can't remember your name
It's better off this way
By this time next week
I'll be smiling cheek to cheek
Or I'll be face down in that creek
It's up to you, it's up to me
It's up to me
