🎵 Cruel Number // by David0Mario

1 ContributorCruel Number Lyrics (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) There's always a number that'll make you feel bad about yourself (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) You try to measure up, try to measure up to somebody else (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Numbers are out to get you Numbers are out to get you Numbers, ooh ooh I hear the sadness in your laughter So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need And I gotta get to rock bottom (Uh) Look at him, look at her They got a million Likes (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) You better figure out how to multiply, divide (Oh yeah, you're right, I want it) Numbers are out to get you They'll kill you if they get through Numbers, ooh ooh I hear the sadness in your laughter So call on me and tell me what you need Just call on me and tell me what you need Paper or plastic Presents itself as a decision with an obvious answer You pick paper 'cause the plastic will end up in the ocean Giving a whale cancer But did you know that The paper in this bag is made from the prickly peckerwood tree Which happens to be the residency of the dwarf-winged beaver bee Huh? I hear- Your heart beat to the beat of the drums Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone So while you're here in my arms Let's make the most of the night Like we're gonna die young I hear the sadness in your laughter (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh) We're gonna die young (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh) I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you We're gonna die young And I snuck in through the garden gate Every night that summer just to seal my fate (Oh) I hear the sadness in your laughter (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh) Let's make the most of the night And I scream, "For whatever it's worth I love you, ain't that the worst thing you ever heard?" Like we're gonna die young [Whistling from All Star] (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) A whale is gonna die