Fuckboys Galore

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Shawna Kay

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I've been dreaming about you and me
Babies, love, and a white wedding
But your trauma haunts you
And my baggage fucks with me
Where is the love? God damn, it's all so confusing, but

I do know one thing, though
Fuckboys, they come, they go
Saturday's I discount shop for 'em in the parking lot at the Vape n' Go
Maybe I'll quit slumming it one day I won't stoop so low
Until that day just sit your stoned ass on that Walmart futon, bro
'Cuz first of all, you don't know Shawna
Ask around, you might not wanna
Head over heels for marijuana
Mad solar vibes-no prima donna
F*ck you, lames, and your drama
I can't be besties with your mama
Fuckboy Galore shit, right here
Damn that's a lot of craft beer
Hey, I cannot be your wifey, man
I am unwell-matchbox 20 fan
Deranged and sad like Dido and Stan
And if I wasn't, then why would I say I am?
Lips like Jolie? That's what my ex would say
F*ck that noise, bitch, these lips are Shawna Kay
I ain't Calvin Harris, but you are the one thing that is in my way
And it's not logical at all but I kinda wanna die today
That's a damn shame, cuz now you gotta watch me go HAM
Watch me swerve on everything, except weed and fam

I tick tack toke until I fucking choke
F*ck your white, f*ck your brown,
I'd hit the circus if I wanted clowns
Devils lettuce? Now I'm down
I'll match you pound for pound for pound for pound
In my preroll is the loudest loudest loudest loud

Not a jealous chick, but douchebags lie
I spent no time, he wonders why
Lied to his boys, say he never cried
Smiling on Snap but he's dying on the inside
Ms. Solo Dolo? Not no more!
F*ck you think these fuckboys for?
I'm Elsa cold, right to my core
He's dressed in skinnies
It's fuckboy galore

I do know one thing, though
You won't ever catch me, like Carlito
No secret, he's the most loco
Catching feelings is for pussies, homie, no no

I tick tack toke until I fucking choke
F*ck your white, f*ck your brown,
I'd hit the circus if I wanted clowns
Devils lettuce? Now I'm down
I'll match you pound for pound for pound for pound
In my preroll is the loudest loudest loudest loud

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