Jacob in Paris Wells

Let it out Jacob
Don't try to fight
That you addicted to the things that might
Stop you in your old tracks
Stop you from your play
Cause your addicted to your ways

Click goes the camera
Click goes the hands
Click is the status when you travel in bands
Click goes the phone
She hung up again
Swing that taxi to my house
An I'll be your friend

So many fears
Hid behind your diction
If you're going to jump that bridge then use conviction
Oh Jacob
If you only knew how cute you could be
You'd swing that taxi to my house
And bunk up with me

I'll give you kisses
I'll give you shit
I'll always tell the truth and you might not like it
I'll sell you t-shits while you play guitar
Then after the signing we can fuck in my car
Bang Bang Bang

Let it out Jacob
Don't try to fight
That you addicted to the things that might