Zachariah Baker & His Guitar Orchestra - The Stuff Lyrics

There's nothin wrong with me
Why are you starin at me?
There's nothin wrong with me
Why are you starin at me?

Break this bottle over my head
So I can sleep
Break this bottle over my head
Let me go

I'm not the one who's cryin
You're cryin
I'm not the one who's cryin
You're cryin

Why don't you
Break this bottle on the back of my head
And kiss me once goodbye
Break this bottle on the back of my head
Send me out to sea
I'm beggin, baby

Fuck off quickly and
Fuck off long enough for me to heal

I think he's had enough
His soul's all red
I think he's had enough
His soul's all red

Like somebody broke a bottle over his head
For somethin dumb he did
Somebody broke a bottle over his head
Thank god

There's nothin wrong with me
Stop starin at me
There's nothin wrong with me
Stop starin at me