Fuccboi

He's got a man's body
But he's got a child's brain
Immature, he just wants to score
You're in bed and he asks you for more
But as soon as you've got a problem
He's out the bloody door

He wouldn't lend you any money
To help you out with your bills or your rent
But you know that if he's out there
Getting high all the time with his bloody boys
He's got some money to spend

Babe, don't waste your time
With his stupid ass
No goals, no money for gas
It's bullshit, he's bullshit
We all know, we all know
Another girl on his arm
But he's texting you on his phone

And you always think that he's dressing fine
Babe, it's because he sees you at eight
And then he goes and sees her at nine



Credits
Writer(s): Abbey Rose
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