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clean!
03:05
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~ Lyrics ~
Out all week past two so my seven evil exes
Look like tattoos, both my hands think I’m jealous
In a bad mood cuz I keep on skipping breakfast
I’ll be back soon, won’t you tell me I’m your best friend?
Hey, I think you’re really cute, can I copy you?
You could say I’m pretty like my atchis do
Fit is looking kinda bland, what should I add to you?
I’ll just leave it, always have, I’ve got an attitude
Slow down, slow down
So I keep out, keep out
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
It’s okay, I got the pants with the patches
How I show ‘em what I’m missing, what a tactic
Bogus bogus, don’t elicit no reaction
Underwhelming, so complicit, I’ve done nothing to combat it (yeah, yeah)
I don’t like collars
I don’t like shopping
These are like three years old
I don’t know who bought ‘em
And they’re saying “don’t get bangs,” I gotta take another route
Skin purifying treatment but I’m always breaking out
Slow down, slow down
Now my head pounds, head pounds
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all
(You clean up real well, don’t you, ah)
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all
Slow down, slow down
I don’t reach out, reach out
Keep telling myself I gotta act right
And the same damn act is what I gotta get
Clean!
Sandpaper, the way that it feels every night
Way that my face is, not hurting, just unsatisfied
Maybe it’s time wasted, all that I spent digging holes in my face
Can’t you see all these craters? I’ll be clean once it gets out the way
Sandpaper (And the worst part is that they’re watching it all)
You clean up real well, don’t you, ah)
And the worst part is that they’re watching it all
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TELEPHONE LINE 415
02:46
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~ Lyrics ~
Pillowcases in the washer, I could fix my posture
But it’s gonna take some time, take some
Decline the offer, wonder why my jaw hurts
Probably gonna take some time, take some
She parked the car, near the ritual
I don’t sleep too much, she don’t feel enough
Drink our sugar milk, fuck a diet
Rub my face, too much time to kill
Said I’d fix me up, get me new repair
Toner for the heads round my eyelids
Occupy my mind sometimes
Say that and rewind sometimes
End up wasting time sometimes
Hit me on my telephone line
Occupy my mind sometimes
Say that and rewind sometimes
End up wasting time sometimes
Hit me on my telephone line
It’s gonna take some time, take some
It’s gonna take some time, take some
I’ll be your drop dead manic pixie dream thing
I’ll be your to die for, tell me what you’re feeling
Line up make my eyes sore, having trouble seeing
I’ll be your drop dead pretty little sweet thing
Let me get it all right, oh, how unappealing
Reach out for the drop dead scrawny little weakling
Occupy my mind sometimes
Say that and rewind sometimes
End up wasting time sometimes
Hit me on my telephone line
Occupy my mind sometimes
Say that and rewind sometimes
End up wasting time sometimes
Hit me on my telephone line
It’s gonna take some time, take some
It’s gonna take some time, take some
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pay attention!
03:55
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~ Lyrics ~
What you tryna do?
It’s 7:32 on a Saturday
Is it chilly? Is it cold out?
Let’s go to a show, check to see it might be sold out
I just checked the time
You asked me what’s your sign, what does that mean?
I think I’m a Taurus, you’re a Cancer
Caught up in semantics, do you like my dancing?
Fuck
Oh no, I’m good, but it’s been a couple months and I wanna get paid
Well it must be in my bloodline
Everybody tongue-tied
Say we had a fun time, didn’t we?
Keep talking ‘bout imaginary scars even though they’ve faded away
Better watch me make your head spin
Center of attention
Center of attention
It’s all good, you’re fine
Why’s that weighing on your mind? You’re like 18
Matter of fact in April I went 19
Time be tryna spite me
I think about you highly
Never in the mood (never in the mood)
Always ‘bout my attitude, all these bad lines
Never read my lyrics, they’re an eyesore
Don’t know what I write for
I should live my life more
Shit
Oh no, I’m good, but it’s been a couple months and I wanna get paid
Well it must be in my bloodline
Everybody tongue-tied
Say we had a fun time, didn’t we?
Keep talking ‘bout imaginary friends even though they’ve faded away
Better watch me make your head spin
Center of attention
Center of attention
You, center of attention, center of attention, center of, yeah
Woah, center of attention, center of attention
Laze around, in my bed, woke up late, yet again
Fuck around, play pretend, on my own, independent
Song I gotta end it
Center of attention
Center of attention
How’s your day? How’s your week? You should ask about me
I’ve been good, lemme speak, I’ve been running out of tangents
Wasn’t as intended
Center of attention
Center of attention
Stuck again in my mind, what you doing? Hit my line
Play that song one more time in the room that I got left in
Palpable the tension
Center of attention
Center of attention
How are you? Wanna work? Spilled my lunch on my shirt
I’m the best, I’m the worst, do you like the way I’m stressing?
Use it as a weapon
Center of attention
Center of attention
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