Cut You Off

You call yourself Picasso, but you’re not a savant
Say you’re on another level, so show me what you got
Same old story you tell again and again
Go find some real ass friends (Go find some real ass friends)
Pretty things don’t make you any brighter
Honestly, I’d guess you were a crier
Please bring your cards to the table
I know you said fuck labels
But I’d like to cut you off
Hey, hey, I just want to cut you off
I, I, I just want to (I just want to)
Hey, hey, I just want to cut you off
I, I, I just (I just)
You’re just imitation, strings on your guitar
Are playing with my patience, but I’ll sound the alarm
Yeah, I know a girl named Karma
I think you brought her back to your hotel lobby
I’m sorry
Pretty things don’t make you any brighter
Honestly, I’d guess you were a crier
Please bring your cards to the table
I know you said fuck labels
But I’d like to cut you off
Hey, hey, I just want to cut you off
I, I, I just want to
Hey, hey, I just want to cut you off
I, I, I just
Hey, hey (I just want to cut you off)
Hey, hey
Hey, hey (I just want to cut you off)
Hey, hey