Tough Stuff - New Gla**es lyrics

Let’s sit on your bed and smoke some weed Are you getting tired and sick of me? Because I can go home if you want me to I can go home if you want me to And I’m sorry for the way I am Apologetic and apathetic, you know? You’ll get used to it, eventually She says, “Don’t talk, you won’t understand You don’t have to anyways” I’m sorry for the way I am Apologetic and apathetic, you know? You’ll get used to it, eventually She says, “Don’t talk, you won’t understand You don’t have to anyways”