Master of None Beach House

[Verse 1]
You always go to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
On your knees
I would not beg you, please

I want your picture but not your words
You know they’d want it, but there's no first
On your own
But you cannot call it your home

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
We always rub our hands too much
We know the reasons, but such and such
On your own
You will not catch your own bone

We run our fingers together
You know it's easy, The devil's plan
On your own
You cannot call me your own

[Chorus]
Jack of all trades
Master of none
Cry all the time
Cause I'm not having fun