Текст песни Washing Machine - Zeina

I am the scream to your silence
And you, the fantasy in this nightmare
We are trapped, and I love the trappers
Got me feeling some type of way
We're good right now, but I hate you on the next day

Opposite of me
I am the sweet to your salty
Strawberries and whipped cream
Put your dirty clothes in my washing machine
In my washing machine, yeah

Wash-wa-washing machine
Wash-wa-washing machine
Wa
Wash-wa-wash machine
Wa-wash
Wa-washing machine
In my washing machine
Put your dirty clothes in my wash-washing machine

Phone blowing up, I don't give a fuck
Are you real enough, or are you faking us?
You had a piece of my candy
Now you're sharing the taste of my lips too much
Need me like a dying flower
Keep on draining my water

I won't come over, stop asking me
No, I am not down
Don't wanna drop by, said I am not down
No, I said am not down
Now we're turning around
Spinning around like a merry-go-round
New fight, new cycle
Put a dollar in my

Wash-wa-washing machine
Wash-wa-washing machine
Wa
Wash-wa-wash machine
Wa-wash
Wa-washing machine
In my washing machine
Put you dirty clothes in my wash-washing machine