Art Hoe

5"4, black hair, never had her dad there

Kissed a lot of boys but

Never seems to have care

She just wants vodka and cigarettes

Has the dealer on speed dial

When she gets stressed

And she knows, she knows

She knows, she knows

That I can't resist her ways

And she knows, she knows

Im so exposed

To all the tricks she plays

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I think I love getting my heart broke

She's got a tattoo sleeve

And smokes a bag of weed

And her haircuts

Way fucking shorter than me

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

Wakes up at noon

Gets up when she has to

Makeup on her nightstand

Cocaine in her bathroom

She just wants love that she never gets

Has my number on speed dial

When she needs sex

And she knows, she knows

She knows, she knows

I can't resist her ways

She knows, she knows

Im so exposed

To all the tricks she plays

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I think I love gettin my heart broke

Shes got a tattoo sleeve

And smokes a bag of weed

And her haircut is way

Fucking shorter than me

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I wish I never got

Caught up and never talked

To her, oh what did I do

She ripped my heart in half

Took me for all I have

Got nothing left but it's cool

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I think I love getting my heart broke

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I think I love getting my heart broke

She's got a tattoo sleeve

And smokes a bag of weed

And her haircuts way fucking shorter than me

I think I fell in love with an art hoe

I think I fell in love with an art hoe