Mástein Bennett, Natalie Major - No Manners lyrics

Preach, preaching, oooh
I'm preaching, oooh (c'mon, uh, no)
Preaching (ayy)

May I beg your fucking pardon? Sir
 what the fuck is this about? (huh)
Thirteen like I'm Harden
 bitch I'm ballin' all around
Them twelve steps, but look
On eleven I got out
What kind of bullshit is this? What the
Fuck am I gon' do now?
I rather take a fucking bullet than
Go through this shit again (yeah)
And there is no alternative
I'm addicted to the pain (yes)
Excuse me, I ain't got no manners
Though you ain't no a fucking saint (uh huh)
Excuse me a little more because
I guess I've gone insane
So by the grace of God it's why
I don't feel outta place no more
Was it him? Is he real? ¿Sí? Oh my God
I'm outta control
I'm on my own and I don't need
A fucking muppet to go on
Not about it, non-believer
Nobody'd buy it on my honor fuck it
Can you fucking see it? Made
It look so fucking easy
"Easy peasy", bullshit truce
And the truth is that I believed it (uh)
How many prayers? How much power? Meditation
Almost got me
Got my sayin', I'm so tired, I'm so
Fucked up, fuck, I'm out here, yeah
Preach, preaching, oooh
(I guess I'm better off alone)
I'm preaching, oooh preaching

I can't take it i can't take it
I can't take it i can't take it
I can't take it i can't take it