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@__________
03:22
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How dare you water me down to something so damn shallow and if you never intended on dating me than maybe you should’ve never asked me out
You sold our T-shirts, we watched the sunset but apparently I’m just a homie that you can stick your dick into
“I don’t fuck musicians cause they always get way too attached, but I’ll fuck you because I like you and respect you 💕 you should feel lucky, you should feel thankful because you’re just a homie that I can stick my dick into”
I hope you fuck yourself
You never made me cum
I am so damn tired
my love for you expired
Now please don’t waste my time
I need something something I can call mine and I’m not an object, a goddess, your sex doll, tú madres
I want to believe you but you’re so damn see through
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2. |
And Just Like That
02:07
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And just like that I gotta go now
Don’t want to be late for my show now
Gotta do my makeup can you show me how
Cause something tells me we won’t slow down
I used to kiss you under city lights
When I’m scared let me know you’ll hold me tight
I still think about you when I’m driving every night
These empty sheets can get so lonely sometimes
I cut you off about two months ago
I’ve always known how to run on my own
I moved out of town and yet your ghost still meets me there
So I changed my name and then I cut off all my hair
1,2,3 what the hell did you do to me
I feel so fucking numb yet so damn free
I tried running away somehow you’re still watching me
Get out of my head and I’ll get out of your dreams
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3. |
Heart Attack
02:38
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Don’t go, text me back
This heart tugging will give me a heart attack
Please stay, go away
Shallow waters infested with sting rays
Deep breaths, in and out
Sometimes screaming can never get the words out
Don’t go, text me back, this heart tugging will give me a heart attack
Earth quakes, silence my truths
No matter how far I run I’m pulled back to you
Deep breaths, in and out
Chains get tighter, I’ll never get the thoughts out
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Go ahead say you got my back and you love me
Never do anything to harm or get above me
‘Sisters before misters’
Famous last words of a cereal killer
Fuck my man, fuck him twice
Scorpios always telling me to play nice
You said sisters before misters
Famous last words of a cereal killer
‘When you coming back from Seattle baby?
All the girls here missing you like crazy
Wait, oh you’re not a lesbian?
This whole time I thought you were a lesbian…’
I thought you were a lesbian (x4)
Famous last words of a cereal killer
Please don’t tell this specific man these specific things I specifically don’t want him to know
Oh my god you fucking told him
Know I have to pretend that I don’t know him
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5. |
Run Run Run
03:22
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Something to add to the words
I hope no one reads the verse
Rumors slowly getting stirred
You say I’m last but I’m really third
Ahh
Run run run run faster
Run run run you bastard (x2)
Armies just want to explore ‘please stop talking you’re such a bore
Controlling is not a war
Only wanting something more
Ahh
Run run run run faster
Run run run you bastard (x2)
Try to find the light house there’s the boat
Fill to the to the brim, hope we float
Flash lights off, hope we have everyone
Keep eyes closed, 3, 2, 1…
Run run run run faster
Run run run you bastard (x5)
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6. |
The Sellout Song
01:56
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I moved to socal, I like the sunshine
And I wear my Chacos so damn much I'm starting to get tan lines
Oh wAa (2)
Ya you don’t gaslight, ya you’re feminist
And if you hate my music why don’t you just take me off your playlist
Oh wAa (3)
Hey you don’t look well, go take your temperature
And if you need me then I guarantee I’ll accidentally kill ya
Oh wAa (2)
Red flag, no you’re red flag, and you’re red flag if you convince me you’re not a male manipulator
Oh wAa (3)
Dadadadadadadada I forgot to add the words to this
Oh wAa (2)
You need to move out, please don’t remember me
Because you trashed the house and forgot the damn keys
Oh wAa (3)
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7. |
What They Say
02:27
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I haven’t gotten out of bed in the past few months
Fuck the Congress get mad at the punks
Eat the rich but don’t feed the dead
I got spikes growing out of my head
Mullah sometimes change my mood
I cut him off he was getting too rude
Now I can’t remember what we did last night
I’m trying to forget that I’m losing my rights
What he say what she say
What they say what they say
What are you expect me to do right now
Jack and Nick hooked up on the couch
Now I’m pretty sure that Brett dropped out
I know we’re pushing what our landlord allows
A, B, C, D, E, F fuck
It wasn’t the pandemic it was just bad luck
And now my area code is 310
I became the bitch I avoided back then
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