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Maybe I should try religion 'Cause, Jesus, you're hard to rely on I'd never find you in the kitchen You couldn't even pay rent for three months Oh, I heard you, I get it, you're broke But, oh, you always had money to smoke, though Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her But for what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies And raise them up to be a couple of Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father Eventually, 2043 Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me Mm, baby, go open a Bible 'Cause God knows that sin is a cycle Lied to my face, it's your hobby Boy, you fine as hell for a psycho When do they pay for the cost of their choice? Oh, oh Never 'cause that's just them boys being boys Now my tummy hurts (tummy hurts), he's in love with her (ah-oh) But for what it's worth, they'd make beautiful babies And raise them up to be a couple of Fucking monsters, like their mother and their father Eventually (eventually), 2043 (ooh) Someone's gonna hurt their little girl like their daddy hurt me Mm, like their daddy hurt Me Oh, like their daddy hurt Like their daddy hurt Like their daddy hurt me Now my tummy hurts, he's in love with her But for what it's worth, he's her problem now, baby And she'll stay with him 'Cause she made with him a couple monsters Like their mother and their father Yeah, eventually, 2043 Someone's gonna hurt your little girl like you hurt me
Writer(s): Alexander Glantz, Delacey, Renee J. Rapp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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