Kneepads

MyKey, f- you I really thought we were friends But you just, you do be out here betraying me and sh-, um Okay, bye Bitch, move please, I need to go fast Break hearts like a 30 meter dash My heart needs a set of kneepads I keep falling and it ain't gon' be my last Bitch, move please, I need to go fast Break hearts like a 30 meter dash My heart needs a set of kneepads I keep falling and it ain't gon' be my last No room, no table for two I feel squeezed like the soles of my shoes, yeah Take a guess and guess again I know that you think I'm a mess But that's just really your friends Yeah, I'm tryna skate real late Don't worry, yeah, just kill the brakes, no mistakes Or I'ma feel this all again in the morning Yeah, come sunrise, I'ma be snoring Bitch, move please, I need to go fast Break hearts like a 30 meter dash My heart needs a set of kneepads I keep falling and it ain't gon' be my last Two things I forgot to mention Who the fuck don't bring a dish to the function? And possibly, these are my weaknesses all packaged into poetry What a shitty anthology, I mean, shit I love the way you talk about nothing at all I'm tryna work this out, but it's not your fault Bitch, move please, I need to go fast (zoom-zoom) Break hearts like a 30 meter dash (The Olympics) My heart needs a set of kneepads (okay) I keep falling and it ain't gon' be my last I love the way you talk about nothing at all I love the way you talk about nothing at all