Watch your praline fish, I just like them.
Like a hard gumbo jello flower No fun in making a totally funky trick
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a slut But I really, really, really want that
You ain't a god, guess I'm white.
Holy fuck, I'm so what can I want?
That I wanna use him like a kite Catch my mind, put a hole into the side
I keep on
Don't you dare call me addicted It's just bottles on the floor And I know it seems a lot a lot
better than before I just said it's my thing I don't know it anymore
I don't have time to talk about it.
I don't have time to talk about it.
We'll see you next time.
All day I'm gone, throw myself a drop.
Poppin' red like some spice, poppin' sunny.
Thank you.
I love how I just can't wait
Baby, don't leave me behind or you know I just end up dead.
No, you ain't scrolling through your feed.
You can't sleep without me.
I get fucked up and I leave.
It's a daily routine.
Mix my yak with some coke.
I'm getting drunk.
I'm drunk with my friends and I'm too busy having fun.
Wait, no more.
My legs are awaking.
I need a fight.
Thank you.
I'm a fucking traitor.
And I really, really, really wanna dress up like a slut.
But I really, really, really wanna stab you in the gut.
For the fuckin' thirty-nine show That I wanna fly show That I wanna use tonight
I guess I might put a hole into the side of your ass
I'm a bloody mouse, it's just a lie you read.
