THUNDER - Jordan Stephens

Momma don’t preach

It’s a little off key

Don’t think you’re big 'cause I’ve been on my knees

I know two languages these days

And the second one’s grief

It’s deep

Gotta climb if it’s gonna get peak

Like jeez, Louise

Little old me

Yeah, It’s that thunder

It’s that rain

It’s that little bit of lightning in your brain

It’s no wonder you seem strange

When you can’t admit that maybe they’re the same

Uh

You’re no fun

You’re no fun

You hate everyone

You’re no fun (You're no fun)

Don’t text it

I get the message

No balance

Runnin' outta credit

I like debit, buy it then I sell it

You hold onto everything, quite possesive (No fun)

Don’t sweat it

Try and find a medic

Try a psychedelic

Let your mind dwell in

All the heavens

You can find a hell in

Quite telling

Maybe in a second I’d like to

Try and summon a nice mood

Blood all over my Nikes dude

You just come here and shoot little old me

Yeah, It’s that thunder

It’s that rain

It’s that little bit of lightning in your brain

It’s no wonder you seem strange

When you can’t admit that maybe they’re the same

You’re no fun (I don’t blame you)

You’re no fun (I'm the same myself)

You hate everyone (I can’t change you)

You’re no fun (I can’t change myself)

You’re no fun (It's all good though)

You’re no fun (Cos it’s all the same)

You hate everyone (Fear, bliss, love, hate)

You’re no fun

You’re no fun (Don't push me)