I don′t know
Who the hell you think you're messing with
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit
And I don′t know
Who the hell you think you're messing with
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit
Get the fuck out of my life with that shit
And you smell like perfume that I didn't purchase
Now I know why you′ve been closing the curtains
(uh-uh)
Get the fuck out of my house
You′re coming 'round
With your muddy feet
I′ma about to do some about it
Yeah, I'ma have to do some ′bout it
You keep coming around
With your muddy feet
And I'ma have to do some about it
Yeah, I′ma about to do some about it
Back and forth
Always questioning my questioning
Get the fuck out of my head with that shit
Get the fuck out of my bed with that shit
You've watered the weeds and you killed all the roses
Worthy arrives when the other door closes
(uh-uh)
So get the fuck out of my house with that shit
You're coming around
(coming around, baby)
With your muddy feet
I′ma about to do some about it
(what I do)
Yeah, I′ma have to do some 'bout it
(what I do)
And I don′t know
Who you're messing with
And I′ma have to do some 'bout it
(what I do)
Yeah, I′ma about to do some 'bout it
(what I do)
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
(you're coming around)
Woah, oh, oh, oh, mm
(you′re coming around, baby)
(What I do, what I do)
Get the fuck out of my house with that shit
Writer(s): Miley Cyrus, Pam Sheyne, Badriia Bourelly, Jesse Merijn Van Der Meulen, Gregory Aldae Hein, David Frank, Steve Kipner, Michael Pollack, Jesse Shatkin, Sia Kate Furler, Michael Len Williams
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