Get Lit (7 Year Bitch)

Get out of hand Get under foot Get to the square root Put a word to a feelin' Let 'em know with whom they're dealin' Dear Elizabeth throw your fit Yes you can talk or you can walk, you can walk away You can stay and make em pay for you, feeling this way Thrown out grow up I shot (grown up my child punch em out??) He goes down on me with my (critique??) you'd mind quite a bit Dear Elizabeth throw a fit, makes me feel like I'm lit Get out of hand Get under foot Get to the square root Put a word to a feelin' Let 'em know with whom they're dealin' Faint talk after the song ends: That's what you told me to do! No, don't do that crash, that sucks. See, that's what you told me to do! She looked at me and goes 'now'...