Lyrics

(Ah) Tell me I'm the best I'm feeling depressed Talk of the town, it's toxic, I'm gonna melt through (ya) Tell me I'm the worst I'm stealing your purse From the quarantine house Cool, it's gonna melt through (ya) Crawlin' up and down, all the skin on my body Oh no, you do me harm Pulling out your hair like a girl, so naughty Shake, shake I can't keep calm No touchin' your face A mighty disgrace to all the doctors on 59 and the babies that cry (ya) I'm living a lie, I'm waiting to die Too proper a peach to let rot in a seat and seep through (ya) Crawlin' up and down, all the skin on my body Oh no, you do me harm Pulling out your hair like a girl, so naughty Shake, shake I can't keep calm I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light bеam on my head It's corner seat and stormy wеather, quarantined and under pressure I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light beam on my head It's corner seat and stormy weather, quarantined and under pressure I can't fake it anymore, I'm losing patience You and me up in my brain UFO up into space (ya) Can't believe my eyes, now I need a Lasik I can't tell ya how this goes But tell ya how it tastes (ya) Crawlin' up and down, all the skin on my body Oh no, you do me harm Pulling out your hair like a girl, so naughty Shake, shake, I can't keep calm I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light bеam on my head It's corner seat and stormy wеather, quarantined and under pressure I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light beam on my head It's corner seat and stormy weather, quarantined and under pressure Wait for the days when you come to my place And we take off the mask and we talk, talk, talk Ole baby, chase all the bullshit away with a gun to the face and You gah, gah, gah (ya) I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light bеam on my head It's corner seat and stormy wеather, quarantined and under pressure I'm never trying to hold you back I'm trying to see the light beam on my head It's corner seat and stormy weather, quarantined and under pressure
Writer(s): Ian Paul Green, Daniel Sahad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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