Letras
Say that you love me
You liar
Cap
You are an ugly crier
Fact
If you were to be the last woman on Earth
Then I would turn Billy Eichner
He's gay
Like, how can you always be tired?
How
Like you're 23 and retired
What
Posting your coochie for rent
Can't you blame, it's fire
I know that you're insecure in rhinestones
You stay wearing sneakers over high heels
High hopes living rent-free in my mind
Why do you only hit my line when I fly into your time zone?
Lights off, now she's asking to wear my clothes
Doze off, when I woke up left a kind note
God damn, think she stole my favorite vinyl
The record on the shelf next to the picture of her smile
Rosé, intoxicated getting wild
Know the saying, if you love it, let it die off
Can't complain, this is the life I always wanted
You don't wanna get me started
Baby, trust, I can get psycho
Sticks and stones, she likes to throw 'em around
My darling lives in her head
Giving in to fear and her doubts
A couple of drinks at the bar
Then she gonna drive herself home
She tries to cover her scars
Ends up just ripping 'em open
Girl, you are dead to me
Gross
Do not send texts to me
Blocked
I will not text you back
I wont
I told you, you're dead to me
Deceased
I hope you rest in peace
Psyche!
Spit on your grave
I'm gonna piss on the flowers
Your new man would plant
'Cause you don't deserve a bouquet
Thought she was dead to you
I know thats far from true
Puffin your chest
Like i aint seen texts
And you aint seen crazy
Out of me yet
Thats 480
On the area code