Stomach Bug Video (MV)

When the clock strikes midnight
And the parties over
And all of your friends
Are finally sober
Are you driving home
Nah he's my driver
Are you driving home
I might just sleep over
I can never get it
My man he's got a god complex
I never thought that when I met him it would come to this
He went and missed the mark his plans unfold the great creator
Still first to meet his match when he falls down the escalator
I don't wanna try
I'm already fried
I think that I've had enough I'll just lean back and close my eyes
He gives you everything
He gives you everything
He gives you everything
He gave you everything
I don't wanna turn it around
Don't wanna do anything
I want it all for free
I want it served on a plate
I know you jacked my style
So I'll jack your things
I want it all for free
Yeah yeah
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Someone better stop me I think I'm running wild
I'm running late all the time
Build a new casino
Where did all the trees go
I can never settle my mind
Find a new obsession
Make a new connection
Maybe she's a person like you
Everybody's asking
I don't need a reason
I hear the machines
From the windows in my kitchen
I don't know
Anyone
Who's never had
A stomach bug
Private isolation
And my procrastination
Has got me doing everything wrong
Focus on your freedoms
Pet your dogs and feed em
Everyday's exactly the same
I don't wanna turn it around
Don't wanna do anything
I want it all for free
I want it served on a plate
I know you jacked my style
So I'll jack your things
I want it all for free
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
I don't wanna turn it around
Don't wanna do anything
I want it all for free
I want it served on a plate
I know you jacked my style
So I'll jack your things
I want it all for free
Yeah yeah
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more
Gimme more