no its not my fault 
i could never steal
lock it like a vault 
cuz i been sick of feeling
crawl
my way to the ceiling
and then fall
and then fold

but it aint made of glass that bitch is stone
you could understand but ur not from here
bet u blow and upset more than my stomach
half empty glass n im all outa lovin

aint it sad or somethin
im like Harry Styles way my brothers get to jumpin
or maybe im like Niall turn this town into somethin
chasin shit around shoulda cut they head off
woulda been better of 
i gone through harder stuff
i tried to set her off 
said i called her bluff
i make amends that are rough
he in the stands batter up
thought we had plans to brush it off
yeah i could never do enough

no its not my fault 
i could never steal
lock it like a vault 
cuz i been sick of feeling
crawl
my way to the ceiling
and then fall
and then fold
no its not my fault 
i could never steal
lock it like a vault 
cuz i been sick of feeling
crawl
my way to the ceiling
and then fall
and then fold

sad or sumn (prod. longboystyle)

kidd possible