Anya Taylor-Joy

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Baby I been lacking, I need someone who's by my side (side)
Something's been missing, I need someone with bad advice
(and here we go again, and here we go again, and here we go again, and here we go again)
Yeah she's got birthmarks on her collarbone
Anya Taylor-Joy type bitch on my cellphone
She won't ever leave me even if I do her wrong
And she won't ever leave me even if I'm singing songs
And she's got summertime on her breath now
Sitting looking down, typing digits on my cellphone (type your digits on my cellphone)
Guess I got dreams that won't ever happen, no
Que lo que, voy a decir lo que siento
Si no me gusta, solo di el "hasta luego"
Worried bout a follow, man you got an ego
But you got some followers, eso no lo niego (tell em')
So princess, please (Anya)
Gimme them cheeks (Ay)
Why you arguing with me at the Cake of Cheese? (Factory)
Bananas, Tropicanas, this diet is not for Santa
Vacations down in Havana, capture it in panorama (Ay)
Ass too big for the camera, watch you in slo-mo
And bro that let you go, he must be dead or in the slammer
Don't ask me about my manners, she from Miami proper
Daddy prolly a doctor, own choppers and helicopters
Learned every damn play in the book, babygirl I ain't going
Typa bih to see snow and f*ck around dip her nose in
Clean it up, clean it up
Stepping out, clean as f*ck
Heater tucked, beater tucked
I'll see you in the evening
Rotation, greened out
Low patience, need it now
If you ever fighting demons
Hit me up, i'll beat em out
We the hottest subject
He like "where the hug at?"
She done tripped and fell in love
We ain't even fu… okay
We ain't even touch a surface
Lift a skirt, like a curtain
Lift my skirt, get to working
We just a couple art bitches
Bamboo, soft linen
Acting sour, lil lemon
Sour girl make me pucker
This problematic like Tucker
This bitter like where the sweet at
The sugar is where the seed at
T always be where the V at
And U always in between that
Crown Royal and drugs
Till clowns spoil the fun
Tryna revive my joy
So the moment is all I
Want
And that's the reason Imma go
Got a few apologies to make before I'm leaving though
A broken heart made me feel like a fraud
I'm listing specific names, and feeling real odd
So Anya, bake me cookies
Emily, take my picture
Amy, take me with you, I'm sorry for all my issues
Joanna, you needed growth
Miranda, I hope it goes how it goes it goes and it goes
And shoutout the Scorpios, except for October though
Look, all the shit that we did
They're not listening to this shit
And if you are, I hope you realize
There's nothing to be hid
Feel the glory in my honesty
The truth and love inside of me
My youth is not a prophecy

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