Got You Covered

de Ryan Mack

Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst
Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst

I think you owe me an apology, yeah
Ever since I was a little kid, been giving me shit
Always calling me a wannabe
Saying I'm a loser, I don't have to prove myself to you

And I know, I know
That I should just forget about you
But oh, oh-oh
I got something that I'm dying to say

When you're out on a date and you order desert
I hope you spill and it stains on your favorite shirt
And when you're trying to pay I hope your card doesn't work
Yeah, I wish you the worst, I wish you the worst
And I hope I never, ever see you again
Yeah, fuck you and all of your friends
You can all go to hell, I'll be driving the hearse
Toss a coin in the well, and I wish you the worst
Yeah, I wish you the worst

Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst
Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst

The worst thing about you is your ego
You're so damn evil
You try to get to me by talking shit to other people
On a keyboard, not the real world when I see you
'Cause you're just another diva talking shit behind a screen

And I know, I know
That I should just forget about you
But oh, oh-oh
I got something that I'm dying to say

When you're out on a date and you order dessert
I hope you spill and it stains on your favorite shirt
And when you're trying to pay I hope your card doesn't work
Yeah, I wish you the worst, I wish you the worst
And I hope I never, ever see you again
Yeah, fuck you and all of your friends
You can all go to hell, I'll be driving the hearse
Toss a coin in the well, and I wish you the worst
Yeah, I wish you the worst

Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst
Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta

When you're out on a date and you order dessert
I hope you spill and it stains on your favorite shirt
And when you're trying to pay I hope your card doesn't work
Yeah, I wish you the worst, wish you the worst
And I hope I never, ever see you again
Yeah, fuck you and all of your friends
You can all go to hell, I'll be driving the hearse
Toss a coin in the well, and I wish you the worst
Yeah, I wish you the worst

Tara, tara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
Wish you the worst
Tara, rara, tara, ra
Tara, tara, ta
I wish you the worst

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