1. |
Thicc Thighs
02:53
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Tiny denim shorts
Barely a crop top
Just lookin' at her
She's eatin' an ice cream
Out on State & Main
I wanna be her
Tiny denim shorts
Barely a crop top
Just lookin' at her
She's eatin' an ice cream
Out on State & Main
I wanna be that
The honey in her
The honey in her mouth
That's spilling over
Waistline come on over here
I was stumblin'
fuckin' fumblin'
I wanna get that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thighs
St-St-St-Stutterin'
Just wanna talk to her
I wanna get that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thighs, thicc thighs
Save lives
A celebration of
Another well-fed femme
A celebration
No I don't count the pounds
I count my lucky stars
A constellation
I'm going door to door
She leaves me wanting more
My heart is beating
And yeah, the way she makes me feel
I think it's Halloween
I'm trick-or-treating
I wanna be that candy in her mouth
That's just spilling over
That waistline
Come on over here
I was stumblin'
just fuckin' fumblin'
I wanna get that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thighs
St-St-St-Stutterin'
Just wanna talk to her
I wanna get that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thighs, thicc thighs
Save lives
Just lookin' at her
Be all around her
I could just eat her
And oh to be that
The honey in her
The honey in her mouth
That's spilling over
Waistline come on over here
I was stumblin'
just fuckin' fumblin'
I wanna get that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thghs
St-St-St-Stutterin'
Just wanna talk to her
I wanna be that girl with
Thicc thighs, thicc thighs, thicc thighs
Thicc Thighs Save lives!
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2. |
Roses On A Grave
03:37
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Oh babe, you tried
Nobody's gonna love you every time
Can't press rewind
Maybe it's something in place just to remind you that
They're so pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
They're so pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
Yeah, they could eat you, eat you
A lesson from me for you
Today went wrong
You got hurt again just trying to play along
You don't belong
Take a deep breath gather strength try to move on
They're so pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
They're so pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
Yeah, they could eat you, eat you
A lesson for me, for you
It's just a little bit longer til they take everything
They're coming for you, baby
Just a couple of stitches til the ambulance comes
It's coming for you, baby
Just a few more pics and then your fanbase will call
They're goin' crazy, baby
Cuz I know you think they're pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
Yean, they're so pretty but they can't save you
Cuz it's just like roses on a grave
Yeah, they could eat you, eat you
A lesson for me
For you
Stop.
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3. |
Out of Time (Guano)
03:50
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*But he's such a nice guy
He's in such a good band
I don't wanna start any trouble
I don't wanna pick a fight I can't win
He's got so many friends and
Such a big, fat dick
Such a huge reputation
But I think he should unfuck himself
Or else go fuck himself*
I hope it keeps you up all night
I hope it keeps you up all night, all night
The things you do are not alright
Things you do are not alright, alright
But it’s all about you
There’s no room for nobody else just you
Poor little baby boy, you
Does your violence silence everything you do
Cause you wanna be a good boy
When you feel threatened its good bye
When you say sorry it’s a funny lie
Accountability denied
A sense of self apparently contrived
But who am I to say a single fucking word about it to you now?
You
No room for nobody else just you
Ooh, yeah, you
Does your violence silence everything you do
When you wanna be a good boy
Had another bad day
I can take it all away
You had it all because of me
So take responsibility
Now what a losing game to play (Had another bad day)
Running out of things to say (I can take it all away)
What a sorry thing to be (You had it all because of me)
I know you see what i can see so take responsibility
You
There’s no room for nobody else just you
You
Does your violence silence everything that you do
When you try to be a good boy
It’s you
There’s no room for nobody else just you
No room for nobody else,
You
Does your violence silence everything you do
Cause you wanna be a good boy
You you you you you
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4. |
Spin Cycle
04:16
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I do not talk to strangers
Don’t answer my phone calls
Don’t tie up my loose ends I
Bash heads against the wall
I drink too much sometimes
I’m bad at sleeping too, but
I've got my shit together
Nobody’s asking you
Nobody's asking you
Nobody's asking you
I crave attention until
I’m a recipient
I had a bravery once
Don’t know where all that went
Cannot keep up with myself
cannot seem to follow through, but
I have my shit together
I don’t recall asking you
My friend’s they tell me maybe
I should get my shit together
Go get your shit together
But I hear
La La La La
All day long
La La La La
I’m having scary dreams I do not know just how to stop
I’m seeing spooky faces in abandoned parking lots
Feeling spiders on my back, crawling up and down my spine
Drunk dialing all my exes saying that i’m doing fine
Just an anxiety attack
With fear and sadness back to back
A kind suggestion maybe I should get my shit together
Go get your shit together
But I hear
La La La La
All day long
La La La La
When i cant stand myself
La La La La
It's time to take suggested help
La La La La
I’ll hold a grudge with both hands
A burning bridge is my home
Not so hard to understand
But difficult all alone
I crave improvement but i am the queen of repetition
I fuck my shit up like i’m running in a competition
On a spin cycle a spin cycle
Nowhere to stop nowhere to go
On a spin cycle a spin cycle
Unwelcome speculation
I should get my shit together
Now I need to more than ever
But I hear
La La La La
All day long
La La La La
When i cant stand myself
La La La La
it's time to take suggested help
La La La La
Go get your shit together!
Go get your shit together!
Go get your shit together!
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