Tekst piosenki
Rollin’ in my own car
Fuck a passanger seat
Rollin’ on the dashboard
Fuck being discreet
Rollin’ on the floor laughin’
But it ain’t at your feet
But I kinda wish that, it were your feet
Sike, I really wish that it were your feet
And I ain’t in a car, passin’ on some concrete
Sike, I ain’t doin’ that I’m sobbin’ in your laundry
While my cousins are all mobbin’ in some palm trees
They say I deserve better
I wrote you a love letter
Lipstick, and sealed it with a kiss
When I need you most, it’s a hit or miss
So I tape the letter up and then I ball it in my fist
Up down up down
High low high low
Why so resentful bout shit from years ago?
Where’d my tears go?
Fuckin’ up my mental
Got a bitch hopin that she gonna go parental
Sike that’s the old me
I’m better off alone
Love’s losing game
I’d rather stay at home
’Cept it’s really not
Please pick up the phone
Damn you got me feelin’ like a dog and you’re the bone
Tryna be like, „oh well”
Ya fuckin’ blew it
When we got back together
I shoulda knew it
That just don’t feel that way
I misconstrue it
When I’m dreamin’, I’m believin’ I had a gift from your semen
I can’t lean on you
[10x]
Komentarze (0)