Favourite
You were my favourite
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
I was just tryna make some money
Just a little bit of moolah
Not for another ten bag
I wanna spend it on you
Gonna treat you to some udon
And you can mix it with the tofu
While we chilling on the futon,
I was happy doing nothing with you
Whenever you want
Studio ghibli and passing a blunt
But don't you think that shit gets so tiresome
Won't even battle my sick pokemon
Won't even talk about all my passions
Won't even compliment my sick fashion
You were my favourite
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
Chilling in these four walls
Feeling like a prison
Wanna go outside but
Baby never listens to me
Why can't you see that I am
Dying inside every time
She likes to fuck and then she fights me
Then we make up we do it nightly
This isn't love
She's just a drug
Coursing through my veins you're my bloodstream
Trying to escape but you got me
Need to walk away but I'm not strong enough
Tell me you will change cos baby this is rough
Good riddance
I'm finished
I'm done
You were my favourite
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
You were my favourite
(You were my favourite, you were my favourite)
I gave it all to you
My angel
(You were my angel now what are we gonna do)
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
(Oh I hate it, I hate it)
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
Baby never listens
Baby never listens
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
I was just tryna make some money
Just a little bit of moolah
Not for another ten bag
I wanna spend it on you
Gonna treat you to some udon
And you can mix it with the tofu
While we chilling on the futon,
I was happy doing nothing with you
Whenever you want
Studio ghibli and passing a blunt
But don't you think that shit gets so tiresome
Won't even battle my sick pokemon
Won't even talk about all my passions
Won't even compliment my sick fashion
You were my favourite
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
Chilling in these four walls
Feeling like a prison
Wanna go outside but
Baby never listens to me
Why can't you see that I am
Dying inside every time
She likes to fuck and then she fights me
Then we make up we do it nightly
This isn't love
She's just a drug
Coursing through my veins you're my bloodstream
Trying to escape but you got me
Need to walk away but I'm not strong enough
Tell me you will change cos baby this is rough
Good riddance
I'm finished
I'm done
You were my favourite
I gave it all to you
My angel
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
You were my favourite
(You were my favourite, you were my favourite)
I gave it all to you
My angel
(You were my angel now what are we gonna do)
Then you get so rude
And I hate it
(Oh I hate it, I hate it)
Why you the kill the mood
I am not your dude
Baby never listens
Baby never listens
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Writer(s): Jacob Powlett
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