It抯 my arms that wrap you up nice

It抯 my arms, it抯 my arms baby

Small rooms with record exec types

Whisper away my future lately



I抣l introduce you to producers

I抣l write your songs and make them way damn shorter



I抦 so confused

This industry has made me cold

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old



Shock me with fear it抯 taking longer

Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger



It抯 my words that fail to give insight

I blame you, blame me baby



I抦 so confused

This industry has made me cold

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old



It suits me just fine

This is the package I抦 sending

These are the clothes that I抦 wearing

These are the words that I抦 saying

These are the notes that they抮e playing



I抣l introduce you to producers

I抣l write your songs and make them way damn shorter



I抦 so confused

This industry has made me cold

I trusted you to make me shine bright

This is almost getting old



And it suits me just fine