Lyrics Rosebud - BINDY

Lying in the sun sipping wine from the bottle
Twenty five degrees and it's only getting hotter
Undress me, in the sheets, yeah I look good in white
I'm a drug, there's no doubt I will get you high
Neon lights blur as we ride through the city
Sunglasses on, feeling good, looking prettier
Riding shotgun in the front leather seat
Hugo Boss scent, Coco and Clair on repeat

Summer's here, I thought this would come to pass
But you're sour like a lemon dripping into my glass
You know I'm a baller, so let me make it clear
Cause I'm the hottest realest bitch in the Southern Hemisphere

Don't mind me, I'm about to cause a scene
Text you later, got no time to intervene
I've got more buzz than your favourite SL toy
But if you try to play me then imma get annoyed
When you see me out, you
Pretend you don't know me
I'm with my squad, you're
In your plain white T
Wanna come say hi but that might be kinda weird
I'm no good with words, I should have come prepared
Write it down, pass a note like we're still in school
Circle 'yes, no, maybe', I got all the tools
Playing Sims in my room, I need that rosebud
Give me 50 thousand, show a little love
I'm as straight as my hair, it's a little bit wavy
Even though it's fake, there's no need to shame me
I'm just a weirdo, I crashed your party
Do you need help, well, now I'm not sorry
Almost quit making music but I do it for the fans
Surprise bitch, I'm back by popular demand
One day I'll chug a martini in the VIP
Here's hoping that I never ever give up on my dreams

Summer's here, I thought this would come to pass
But you're sour like a lemon dripping into my glass
You know I'm a baller so let me make it clear
Cause I'm the hottest realest bitch in the Southern Hemisphere
Summer's here, I thought this would come to pass
But you're sour like a lemon dripping into my glass
You know I'm a baller so let me make it clear
Cause I'm the hottest realest bitch in the Southern Hemisphere