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paper mache
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paper mache wurde am 30. August 2026 von magiiic.us als Teil des Albums make art, make out, make money veröffentlicht
Veröffentlicht30. August 2026
Labelmagiiic.us
SpracheEnglish
BPM77
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie

Songtexte

Tell me what to do, you know I don't like being alone
Hopefully I make enough money to buy a home
Get up out my head, okay, fuck that lil' comfort zone
I miss you a lot, I wish you would still call up my phone
It's been 'bout five years since you put pistol to your dome
I wish you would call me, I wish you would tell me what you want
It keeps getting harder when I know you're gone
Every day I wake up and I'm writing you in songs, wait
We ain't get along all the time
But we knew how to figure all this shit out
Fake friends, papier-mâché, had to cut all of 'em out
You stay talking 'bout my brother, okay, boy, like watch your mouth
We ain't get along all the time
But we knew how to figure all this shit out
Fake friends, papier-mâché, had to cut all of 'em out
You stay talking 'bout my brother, okay, boy, like watch your mouth
That boy duckin' out my face, that boy know he owe me bread
I won't stop until I'm dead, I won't stop until I, wait
Take these pills up from my head, I can't ever catch no break
Take these pills up from my head, I can't ever catch no break
I don't wanna go to class, smoke some weed, I'm gon' be late
Raf Simons, ERD, okay, my pockets filled with pape'
It ain't ever for the love with you, it's always 'bout the money
Why you laughing? Shit ain't funny
My hoe cold, she like some iced tea
That boy duckin' out my face, that boy know he owe me bread
I won't stop until I'm dead, I won't stop until I, wait
Take these pills up from my head, I can't ever catch no break
Take these pills up from my head, I can't ever catch no break
I don't wanna go to class, smoke some weed, I'm gon' be late
Raf Simons, ERD, okay, my pockets filled with pape'
It ain't ever for the love with you, it's always 'bout the money
Why you laughing? Shit ain't funny
My hoe cold, she like some iced tea
Written by: jett baker

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