Gucci Chair

Put your hands ‘round my neck
Skin is rough like the sex
One day I’m a mess
And the next I’m the best

Put your legs in the air
With a hand in my hair
Feels good feelin’ scared
As long as he shows you he cares

Don’t sit with the cool kids
They’re fake and they’re foolish
You know who you’re cool with
Don’t change

Just
Run away (run away)
Run away (run away)
Run away
Run away
Run (yeah)
Run away (run away)
Run away (run away)
Run away
Run away
Run (yeah)

A change has to come
I hate everyone (yeah)
Oh, change gotta come
I can’t always run
Oh, I can’t always run

Run away (run away)
Run away (run away)
Run away (run away)
Run (run away)
Run away (run away)
Run away
Run

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