Art Hoe

5"4, black hair, never had her dad there Kissed a lot of boys but Never seems to have care She just wants vodka and cigarettes Has the dealer on speed dial When she gets stressed And she knows, she knows She knows, she knows That I can't resist her ways And she knows, she knows Im so exposed To all the tricks she plays I think I fell in love with an art hoe I think I love getting my heart broke She's got a tattoo sleeve And smokes a bag of weed And her haircuts Way fucking shorter than me I think I fell in love with an art hoe Wakes up at noon Gets up when she has to Makeup on her nightstand Cocaine in her bathroom She just wants love that she never gets Has my number on speed dial When she needs sex And she knows, she knows She knows, she knows I can't resist her ways She knows, she knows Im so exposed To all the tricks she plays I think I fell in love with an art hoe I think I love gettin my heart broke Shes got a tattoo sleeve And smokes a bag of weed And her haircut is way Fucking shorter than me I think I fell in love with an art hoe I wish I never got Caught up and never talked To her, oh what did I do She ripped my heart in half Took me for all I have Got nothing left but it's cool I think I fell in love with an art hoe I think I love getting my heart broke I think I fell in love with an art hoe I think I love getting my heart broke She's got a tattoo sleeve And smokes a bag of weed And her haircuts way fucking shorter than me I think I fell in love with an art hoe I think I fell in love with an art hoe