歌词
A punch to the gut,
A kick to my sacky
Yell at you to get out of my face as you kneel,
Beside me
As my lungs lose air and I clutch my chest
I thought of my ground,
and I asked what possessed,
possessed you to do that
1, 2, 3, 4
What?
How?
You would know,
What?
How?
You would know
Hear about Lord,
twenty fifteen
Gonna keep the record straight
And I'm gonna come clean
Swear I need you,
Never like that
You make up for all the qualities I lack
The qualities I lack
1, 2, 3, 4
What?
How?
You would know,
What?
How?
You would know,
What?
How?
You would know,
What?
How?
You would know