
Bulimia Wett Brain (Ft. ITSOKTOCRY)
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[Intro: Wett Brain]
Baby, watch me binge
Baby, watch me purge
Baby, watch me binge
'Cause I can't fight the urge to throw up
[Chorus: Wett Brain]
Girl, I think I'm gonna puke
Girl, I think I'm gonna
Girl, I think I'm gonna puke
Girl, I think I'm gonna
Baby, I'm bulimic when it comes to you
You're so full of shit, girl, it makes me wanna puke
Sing it
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta get it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta let it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta get it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta let it out
[Verse: ITSOKTOCRY]
I watch the rainfall, I watch my tears fall
Through the cracks in my wrist
I feel the pain in my stomach
Goes deeper than the well that I'm wishing in
She say that it's butterflies, I know that it's nausea
Baby girl ain't with the crying or paranoia
She say that she never lies, I'm about to throw up
Almost twenty-seven, but baby, I'll never grow up
Baby, watch me binge
Baby, watch me purge
Baby, watch me binge
'Cause I can't fight the urge to throw up
[Chorus: Wett Brain]
Girl, I think I'm gonna puke
Girl, I think I'm gonna
Girl, I think I'm gonna puke
Girl, I think I'm gonna
Baby, I'm bulimic when it comes to you
You're so full of shit, girl, it makes me wanna puke
Sing it
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta get it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta let it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta get it out
I feel sick, bulimia
I feel sick, I gotta let it out
[Verse: ITSOKTOCRY]
I watch the rainfall, I watch my tears fall
Through the cracks in my wrist
I feel the pain in my stomach
Goes deeper than the well that I'm wishing in
She say that it's butterflies, I know that it's nausea
Baby girl ain't with the crying or paranoia
She say that she never lies, I'm about to throw up
Almost twenty-seven, but baby, I'll never grow up
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