Montana Taylor - Letters to the IRS lyrics
[Montana Taylor - Letters to the IRS lyrics]
"She's a coworker of mine who just happens to sit near me"
So boy, what's that fake nail in your car?
That bill for cosmos from the bar?
When you and I both know you drink straight whiskey
He said "It's a full moon, baby, it always makes you crazy"
Huh, I'll show you crazy
I wrote a letter to the IRS
Told them you don't pay your taxes
Sent a message on Instagram
Now I'm friends with all your exes
And you might think I'm losing it
Well, maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
He said that he was outta town, bad service at his hotel
But he swiped right on my fake account
Now he's got a hot date with himself
How many girl havе lost their minds
Looking for clues like thе FBI
Tryna find out if you're hooking up with someone else
I told the pastor at your church
You got a drinking problem
I changed all your passwords
Good luck tryna solve 'em
And you might think I'm losing it
Well, maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
He said "Why you being so crazy?"
Huh, I'll show you crazy
I wrote your number on the men's room stall
And said "Call me for a good time"
Hit the bank and blew it all
High rolling in Vegas on your dime
And you might think I'm losing it
Well, maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
And you might think I'm losing it
Well, maybe
But you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy
No, you ain't seen nothing yet
I'll show you crazy