A punch to the gut, A kick to my sacky Yell at you to get out of my face as you kneel, Beside me As my lungs lose air and I clutch my chest I thought of my ground, And I asked what possessed, Possessed you to do that 1, 2, 3, 4 What? How? You would know, What? How? You would know Hear about Lord, Twenty fifteen Gonna keep the record straight And I'm gonna come clean Swear I need you, Never like that You make up for all the qualities I lack The qualities I lack 1, 2, 3, 4 What? How? You would know, What? How? You would know, What? How? You would know, What? How? You would know