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Lip shut, lick that down like an envelope
Fingers tapping for the beat that's in my head, you know
Feel tired in the best way
It's only half eight
I think I should've ate, salivate
Lou shot coffee with the chase of the gin glass
Too busy with the TV and the photograph
You look busy doing nothing
Lazy doing something
Maybe I'm just rubbing it in
My baby only wants her cigarettes
Tell me, are you happy yet?
It's harder now it's easy to forget
You better be yourself
Sweet as sugar but the flavour of a bitter one
Kopparberg kisses and a friend who never misses fun
Tan lines and a crop top
She doesn't know the beat stopped
I saw her shit on Depop, knee socks
Big fat smack on the gab
Don't you make me sad
Boy knows I'm a sucker for the limp and drag
What's the plan for the evening?
Will there be a ceiling?
Adulterated breathing, leaving
My baby only wants her cigarettes
Tell me, are you happy yet?
It's harder now it's easy to forget
You better be yourself or you'll regret
So hold me down before I make it worse
Cause they believe it leads to hurt
My baby only wants her cigarettes
You better be yourself
My baby only wants her cigarettes
Tell me, are you happy yet?
It's harder now it's easy to forget
You better be yourself or you'll regret
So hold me down before I make it worse
Cause they believe it leads to hurt
My baby only wants her cigarettes
You better be yourself



Авторы: Ryan Clarke



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