Propaganda - BANKS

You thought you found what you wanted in the propaganda

Too many pieces to mop up, I told you this was a mistake

It’s undecided, but I got to know

We been divided, but I told you so, oh no, no

You must have been born reciting

The most poetic ride or die death wish

But we could be different

The ways I would give in

There’s something about it

I’m weaker without it

I think it’s something about you

There’s something 'bout this situation

The windows don’t make sounds and I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need help

I think I made some bad decisions

The guns abound in my love and I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need help

Tell me, tell me that it’s over

And tell me that you’re strong enough

Look at the mirror and my messy hair

I’m addicted to this bleed on love

I wanna be understanding

But baby, we gon' fuck this whole thing up

I suck aside, I decided that suicide is on my side

But we could be different

The ways I would give in

There’s something about it

I’m weaker without it

I think it’s something about you

There’s something 'bout this situation

The windows don’t make sounds

And I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need help (I think it’s something about you)

Think I made some bad decisions

Guns abound in my love and I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need help (I think it’s something about you)

I know you call me pretty, baby

I thought you’d be the one to save me, baby

I know you call me pretty, baby

I thought you’d be the one to save me, baby

Something 'bout this situation

The windows don’t make sounds and I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need help

I think it’s something about you

Something 'bout these bad decisions

Guns abound in my love and I’m all fucked up

I can’t save myself

Mama, I need some help

Mama, I need some help

Mama, gimme some help

Maybe you need some help

I need some help