[Verse 1]
Coming back like I know I’ll win
I twist and turn but I’ll never get the logic in it
I could hear from a mile away
You scream my name
But both of us get paranoid and jealous
[Chorus]
Passive aggressive
You know how to sell it
Something, something feels wrong
What’s the point in watching a comedy if you’re not gonna laugh?
[Verse 2]
Coming back with a grade A plan
We charge and joust but we never wrap our heads around it
I could hear from a mile away
You curse my name
So everyone gets paranoid and jealous
[Chorus]
Passive aggressive
You know how to sell it
Manic depressive
What’s the point in breathing if you don’t like the taste of air?
[Outro]
The taste of air
The taste of air
The taste of air