Lyrics: Raconteurs. Consolers Of The Lonely. Top Yourself.

How you gonna top yourself
When there is nobody else?
How you gonna do it by yourself?
'Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you, yeah

Alright, how you gonna top yourself
When there is nobody else?
How you gonna do it by yourself?
'Cause I'm not gonna be here to help you

How you gonna do it alone
When I don't pick up my phone?
I'd love to give a dog a bone
But I'm not gonna stick around to help you, yeah

Alright, yeah, how you gonna stop yourself
When your man stops ringing your bell?
You're right between heaven and hell
And you're gonna need the good Lord to help you

How am I gonna make you see
That this is ain't no way to be?
See you've been digging it all for free
Guess, you better get yourself a sugar daddy to help you, hey, hey

Top yourself

Such a little girl like a spinning time mama
But she spinning out of control, yeah
Take sleeping with a snake like you to
Rip apart my soul, yeah

Yeah, rip apart my soul
Rip apart my soul, yeah

How you gonna rock yourself to sleep
When I give up my midnight creep, girl?
How you gonna get that deep
When you're daddy ain't around here to do it to you?

Yeah, how you gonna do it alone
When I don't pick up my phone?
I'd love to give a dog a bone
But I'm not gonna stick around to help you

Yeah, yeah, alright
Hey, hey, yeah

Top yourself
Top yourself
Top yourself