paroles de chanson Mud - Zhalarina

Oh yah
She was 5'3 with the nerve to find me
Squirming with the yearnin' to switch up assigned seats
Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats
With lyrics that breakdown what the laughter of God means
We never supposed to take it past, "my friend like you"
But love will embarrass the brevity of a haiku
So we built a list of the people that we should lie to
And sent each other music to fall asleep, kiss, and cry to
My secret sky, my sugar sandwich, my honeydip
They grew suspicious but we rebounded on every slip
The intuition of my mother had a heavy clip
But shooting stars has never shifted the stratosphere
Hold up, now we matchin' when we roll up
Though my fear of getting caught may make me throw up
And my grades are soaking in novocaine
But she remembers my name and printed it on a chain
We Broke the mood ring
When I got my school changed
It was love, then it was mud
We hit the splits on a blue flame
Like da da da dum da da dum
La da dum da da dum da da dum
I tried to hide my phone so imagine the stress
When I up and jumped in front of a bullet train with a text
My momma read it loud, with throw up in her mouth
Of course I couldn't breathe enough to lie bout what she found
Then telegraphed God and we all heard back
Then we went to war until the walls turned black
And my baby had me thinking I could swing in the fight
But was kissing on my homie like a thief in the light
We Broke the mood ring
When I got my school changed
It was love, then it was mud
We hit the splits on a blue flame
Like
I say hold up, now we matchin' when we roll up
It was about 11 past heaven in February
When pops told me he didn't care about my crimes
Nah, in fact shorty could slide
If I kept my grades stacked and I did my time
But a little buddy who had clearly never choked
Flew a little feather through the funnel with a note
Told my mama I was flipping visits on the low
And so I wouldn't see him again until I was grown
We Broke the mood ring
When I got my school changed
It was love, then it was mud
We hit the splits on a blue flame
Sing da da da dum da da dum
Da da dum da da dum da da dum
If you've never been crushed, I'll spare you the layout
Just crawl into a canon and sing as the fuse fade out
What an incredible gift it is to soak in devastation
To cry inside your coffin when the diggers grow impatient
And you get to tell it all for 50 minutes a week
To this counselor who cannot seduce you out of your sleep
And all the king's horses carry all the king's men
To the conclusion that the truth is just harder to breathe in
She was 5'3 with the nerve to find me
Squirming with the yearning to switch up assigned seats
Immaculately wrapped in a package of prime beats
With lyrics that breakdown what the laughter of God means