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I hate waking up feeling like a cunt, stuck in a rut in my head
Cutting my hair makes a difference when I don’t wanna be who I am.
Seemingly passive, seethingly savage though.
You know that I meant what I said.
Believe me again when I tell you I won’t lose any sleep in the end.
Learning to live with regret wherever I am, taking it out on my friends.
Learning to live with regret as I am, taking it out on my friends.
With 16 karat gold intentions.
I bet your friends tell you I’m drama.
I know that it don’t make a difference, I had the purest intentions.
What would you do if I said “Baby, let’s get married” ?
You know I’m literally kidding, kissing on you in the kitchen .
I bet your friends tell you I’m drama.
I know that it don’t make a difference, I had the purest intentions.
What would you say if I went, “Brown eyes, why the big sigh?”
You know I’m literally kidding, rolling a spliff in the kitchen.
Bright eyed and bushytailed, came up in North Avondale.
The fountain of youth was our in.
Eleven years later, it’s 12:34.
Hair in my mouth and my hands.
The higher I am, the closer to God.
That’s what I heard from my friends.
Coming to my senses, 11:11,
Heir to the porcelain throne again.
Learning to live with regret wherever I am, taking it out on my friends.
Learning to live with regret as I am, taking it out on my friends.
With 16 karat gold intentions.
I bet your friends tell you I’m drama.
I know that it don’t make a difference, I had the purest intentions.
What would you do if I said ‘ Baby, let’s get married” ?
You know I’m literally kidding, kissing on you in the kitchen .
I bet your friends tell you I’m drama.
I know that it don’t make a difference, I had the purest intentions.
What would you say if I went, “Brown eyes, why the big sigh?”
You know I’m literally kidding, rolling a spliff in the kitchen.
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