Lyrics:
I went my own way and I made it
I'm your favorite reference, baby
Call me Gabbriette, you're so inspired
Ah, ah
I'm tectonic, moves, I make 'em
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ooh, ha
(Ooh, ooh, tee-vah) ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yee
Enoch, your father's just detoxed, my
a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on a tee ball team
You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your
March, march to my own drum
March, march to my own drum
Hey, hey, I'm an army of one
Oh, I'm an army of one
March, march to my own drum
March,
a little kid with glasses in a twin-size bed
And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on a tee ball team
You tell me 'bout your past, thinking your
You're doing the same old thing!
[Chorus]
Stop! The love you save may be your own!
Darling, take it slow
Or some day you'll be all alone.
You'd
it don't sell white wine
Gon' let that light shine
Ballin' for a life time
Smoking on a nice pine
Weezy baby flight flyin'
You can call him your
Old school Skynyrd tee that I still sleep in
Your mama's necklace, 'cause she wanted me to keep it
Every kiss, every minute that you spent on me
a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed
And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You told me 'bout your past, thinkin' your
question in your soul
Look up, don't look down, then watch the answers unfold
Life is your birthright, they hid that in the fine print
Uh, take the pen
school
You're doing the same old thing!
Stop! The love you save may be your own!
Darling, take it slow
Or some day you'll be all alone.
You'd
But then you print some shit that makes me want to scream
So do what you want
What you want with my body
Do what you want
Don't stop, let's party
cold as a brick, I call London for the hit
I treat Booby Trap like Starlets, hunnid thousand on a car
Got Chanel prints on my joggers, I don't even
Now your future's got me told
Stopped breathing on my own
I curl to break consent
To print the facts in stone
Suppose for seconds you forget your
Own me
Getting on lonely
Four leaf
Clover on my tee
Handsome
Hold your photo
Ransom
In Chicago
All I want to do
Is wait to talk to you
was heaven at like, as a kid
It used to be the 'Preme hat in the green
The cheetah print on the tee
The dark wash in the jean
Soccer mom with
prints on me tonight
Lay on your back and let your eyes find a star
You be my Venus, love is Jupiter, I'm your mars
We gonna turn this bedroom into
glasses in a twin-sized bed
And your mother's tellin' stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team
You taught me 'bout your past, thinkin' your future was me
Watching these diamonds they dancin'
I put your girl in a trance yeah (In a trance yeah)
Gucci prints all on my pants yeah (Gucci pants)
I take your
guess sometimes that the end is better
'Cause love turns to loss as the time goes by
You don't know your own name but you know mine
Billy stay
guess sometimes that the end is better
'Cause love turns to loss as the time goes by
You don't know your own name but you know mine
Billy stay
that there's a problem
You left your hand print on my face
You sent an instant message
With the hardest of intentions
My will imposed on you
died so ya cut and dyed your hair alternative and arty gigs a tee-shirt print sid yer alty wannabes someone kill that word when all is said and done i
Clear white diamonds make your eyesight blurry
Excuse me I have on too much jewelry (skrt skrt)
Never too much, never too much, so much
I just cashed
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