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Sort Yourself Out


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Neck Deep Sort Yourself Out Lyrics. Sort Yourself Out Song Sung By American Artist Neck Deep On NECK DEEP Full Album. Neck Deep Sort Yourself Out Is American Pop Song Labelled By Hopeless Records. Neck Deep Sort Yourself Out Music English Lyrics Released In January 19, 2024.


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Song : Sort Yourself Out
Artist : Neck Deep
Album : Neck Deep (2024)
Genre : Pop
Language : English
Label : Hopeless Records
Release Date : 2024.01.19


NECK DEEP SORT YOURSELF OUT LYRICS


Did you notice how I'm feeling?
I thought you might feel the same
Going back and losing track, so I'll repeat myself again
I've made mistakes, you've broken promises
I could win a fucking medal for the most apologies
Apologies, apologies

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

Notice me
I'm trying here so desperately to find certainty
Not sure if I can be your peace of mind
I'm never gonna be, I'm never gonna be what you want if you don't trust me
So, what's it gonna be?
Tell me who are, and tell me what you really think
Tell me what you really think

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking thinking 'bout the future
It's mental kama sutra
Sort yourself out, sort yourself out

I could buy her flowers, but it never fucking works
It's like a loaded gun, it's like dynamite and a match to her
Guess you could say that she's explosive
She says, "Boy, you're corrosive, sort yourself out, sort yourself out"

And to be honest, it's not really much to do with fucking flowers
When you stay up for hours doing nothing
Fucking drank all my kombucha
Play dumb just 'cause it suits ya
Sort yourself out, sort yourself out


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