One Rizla

My nails ain't manicured
My voice ain't the best you've heard
And you can choose to hate my words
But do I give a fuck?

Socks are old and shoes are broke
Lungs are tired, they're filled with smoke
Wallet's empty, I'm going broke
But I'm still breathing

Well, I'm not much to look at
And I ain't much to hear
But if you think I love you
You've got the wrong idea

Well, I'm not much to look at
And I ain't much to hear
But if you think I love you
You've got the wrong idea

Yellow teeth fit the sleeping bags
Not too good at school, but I ain't bad
And I'd rather be fucked than sad
And that's a start

Lying's fine if you get what you need
You're confusing love with greed
And I won't, I won't say please
At least not yet

Well, I'm not much to look at
And I ain't much to hear
But if you think I love you
You've got the wrong idea

Well, I'm not much to look at
And I ain't much to hear
But if you think I love you
You've got the wrong idea

And you're clinging to conflict
And you're clinging to conflict
And you're clinging to conflict
Just let go, just let go
And you're clinging to conflict
And you're clinging to conflict
And you're clinging to conflict
Just let go, just let go



Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Bevan Finerty, Sean Coyle-smith, Edward Hammond Green, Charlie Steen, Charles John Forbes
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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