LYRIC

We got a situation
Come down with me
I'm running out of patience
For mystery

I thought I could hold you
Never mind my disease
Your love is like a drug
And I don't ever want to give it up

I've looked from Silver Lake to Houston
For a refuge
From your lack of motivation
To follow through

I thought I could hold you
Never mind my disease
Your love is like a drug
And I don't want to give it up

You can't settle down
For the gossip going around
For the ones who betrayed you all along
Or you can prove them wrong

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