Lyrics:
pressin' repeat, aye
Yeah I ain't gon' take no loss now, I ain't gon' take no defeats, aye
Yeah Im doin' this shit all alone, don't give a fuck about fitting
Well every day I throw a little party
But if it would be more fitting, fitting
And every time I come a little higher
Should I leap or go
Mister Felice, six foot tall
One hundred and forty-eight pounds
Soft teeth, sleep deprived, below average student
Owner of two ill-fitting suits
And you've always been that treasure
We've always been together
Your not that little girl I once knew anymore
I will see you fitting your clothes so well
and the moon
And then all of a sudden there's a cloud of doom
It's a trap
And there's no comfort fitting in
A fake safety that no one believes in
And if
of age
Would a noose of thorns be more fitting
the fear swells
Creating an undulating lull
Mind body and soul
These odd knees are old
if jesus was born
when the shadows
Stops the light from getting through
I want someone who will love me
Like I love you
Someone beautiful
Someone kind
Someone fitting
You've been a friend
Slow it goes
To teach the things you know
Long
As long as it's been
We're fitting in
Right where we left off
You
Without
where I dig,
I'm a pig, I'm a pig, I'm a pig, pig, pig
Fitting out the blank check,
Ready on the flight deck
Pack in the munitions for
saw your boyfriend, he's 6'3", Quarterback on varsity
The football players love to torture me,
So I'm feeling like I'm not fitting in,
I know that
know
now i've got friends that do want me
and take me as i am
now i've got friends that do love me
i'm alright with them
fitting in with the misfits
oppose like fitting it
Sick, witted, and never'll pose to be fitting it/
Before switching I would wish death like many men/
I'm illustrating with the pain
stop stop stop start again
It's hard admitting you're not fitting
With your old friends
The clock is ticking and the
Clicking is the only thing
In your
with all the flickering
Here again and again
The floor is more fitting for
The floor is more fitting for
My face
Here again? Here again?
This
of quills
The fittings of her raiment
Conceal all her ills
Beneath her cloak of feathers
Lies a body soft and fine
Eyes of hazel green
Flowing hair
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fittings and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury
She's got a credo in
We first met it was raining
In a house with bay windows
And all the fittings and fixtures
And a catalogue of injury
She's got a credo in
with all the flickering
Here again and again
The floor is more fitting for
The floor is more fitting for
My face
Here again? Here again?
This
candy through splinters
Squeezed into ill fitting stitches
Squeezed into ill fitting stitches
Stay happy
Stay happy
Stay happy
Stay happy
You're funny,
proven too old
To keep us together through these cracks and folds
Smile for keeps
One glance of concern, one touch for never fitting in
To this shelter
Lemme fuck ya
In the fitting room
I know
I used to do
Them things to you
And though you were gone
And we were through
One day you came up
Popped
chest
And squeeze it
Death at the door better leave it
Believe it
Old pair of skinnies
She having trouble fitting
Thighs up
Can’t waste a minute
Someone
By the ill fitting masks we're sold
Factions converging on
An ancient frontier
Outside the windows
Underneath the veneer
Burn down our house
Fitting 40 racks in my Balmains
Now i'm switching up my lanes cause niggas merge lanes
Hop up in that hellcat it gets dangerous
8 x 10 and I put
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