[Intro: Perseu & E.F.R.]
Um, I don’t know how to start this but I will say this
Life is not fair, life will never be fair—
Talk about bitches and money
Fine fine *clears throat*
Ay yo yo yo wassup, it’s back at it again
Let’s talk about bitches and money and get more bitches
First of all, fuck you
Second of all, fuck you too
[Verse 1]
I remember the day that I met you
Shy, nice, with your textbooks
Long hair and that accent
Perfume with that strong scent
In the heat of the moment I’m shy
I can see the universe in your eyes
I know that you have something to hide
Crying every night bеcause of this life
And I wanna see you on that stove top
Whеre we go if we drove off
To my happy place where you lived long
In my mind you heard this song
Constant nights when the glasses clink
Hidden pain translates to ink
Friends spamming, "you’re a queen"
Smeared blacks, stabbing backs, you wish you could take it back
Hold your hair back, draining last night
What you sipping from that cup?
Girl you know I know what’s up
I’m here with you when you done
Trauma spreads, I feel that love
And it’s daily, that I think of you lately
Even call you baby, am I crazy?
My hands get shaky, when I see your curves
And it hurts cause I just want to blurt
That I feel you, can I flirt?
With the idea of us
Girl I promise that
Um, I don’t know how to start this but I will say this
Life is not fair, life will never be fair—
Talk about bitches and money
Fine fine *clears throat*
Ay yo yo yo wassup, it’s back at it again
Let’s talk about bitches and money and get more bitches
First of all, fuck you
Second of all, fuck you too
[Verse 1]
I remember the day that I met you
Shy, nice, with your textbooks
Long hair and that accent
Perfume with that strong scent
In the heat of the moment I’m shy
I can see the universe in your eyes
I know that you have something to hide
Crying every night bеcause of this life
And I wanna see you on that stove top
Whеre we go if we drove off
To my happy place where you lived long
In my mind you heard this song
Constant nights when the glasses clink
Hidden pain translates to ink
Friends spamming, "you’re a queen"
Smeared blacks, stabbing backs, you wish you could take it back
Hold your hair back, draining last night
What you sipping from that cup?
Girl you know I know what’s up
I’m here with you when you done
Trauma spreads, I feel that love
And it’s daily, that I think of you lately
Even call you baby, am I crazy?
My hands get shaky, when I see your curves
And it hurts cause I just want to blurt
That I feel you, can I flirt?
With the idea of us
Girl I promise that
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