You're not into what I do baby

Don't eat the same kinda food

You make me laugh  this is true baby

Shouldn't hate on what you do

Your qualities are getting trapped baby

Behind the stale cigarettes you carry

I used to see  through the smoke

But it's too thick  it's got me choked

And I know that I  seem to be true

But you f**k me off

Doing what you do

And I love it  but I hate it

And it's in my hands

And I could break it
But yeah I could make it
So I'ma stick to my plan

Let you in thought you were cool baby

Class clown back at school

It's always me and you I promise
Just watch the way your tone is
I won't bite my tongue forever

Yeah you make me feel alive

And I love the way you try for me

Yeah babe I know that you are kind
But you chat so many lies
I've forgotten who I use to see

And I know that I  seem to be true

But you f**k me off

Doing what you do

And I love it  but I hate it

And it's in my hands

And I could break it
But yeah I could make it
So I'ma stick to my plan

Doing what you do

Doing what you do

Doing what you do

Doing what you do