Brenda
James Olin
Brenda, baby
Tell me sweetly
What the fuck is really going on
Woke up to you
In the kitchen
Bitching 'bout me making all these songs
Clutching fists
Pitching bricks
Living like this City of God
Can I rest
For just a sec
Before you start tripping, right along
Ooooooooooooooo
Making all these songs
Clutching fists
Pitching bricks
Living like this City of God
Can I rest
For just a sec
Before you start tripping, right along
Ooooooooooooooo
(Aaaaaaaaahh)
(Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh)
(Aaaaaahhh)
