Its my arms, that wrap you up nice
Its may arms, my arms, baby
Small rooms with record exec types
Whisper away my future lately

Ill introduce you to producers
Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter

**Chorus**
Im 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's taking longer
Blood sweat and years will make me way damn stronger
it's my words that fail to give insight
I blame you, blame me, baby

**Chorus**

It suits me just fine

This is the package im sending
These are the clothes that Im wearing
These are the words that Im saying
These are they notes that they're playing

Ill introduce you to producers
Ill write your songs and make them way damn shorter

**Chorus**


And it suits me just fine