Curses
Nunc me rogitas nunc consulis tempus
Abit I am satist
Curse upon my town
'Cause they never wanted me to do shit
I might need some grapes in the club
Took the L, I still win
Trickster in the night, darkness host
I feel like Rumpelstiltskin
Let me say it here, since I can
TERFs should die, don't tweet me
Used to wanna be rich as fuck
But then I'd have to eat me
That would just taste bad
I've got 13 days of app shit in me
When you buy my shit on Bandcamp
My life expectancy go...
Up!
But I could not care less
Canvas goin' up
Gotta pub, but I'm still so careless
Yah-ah-ah!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Money money money money
Money money mo-ney
I wanna get whack
Take a load and break the bed frame
You can grab it from the back
Just try not to moan my deadname
Feed my habits, lost the pack
But that's everywhere like bread flakes
And I need them, I might quack
Watch me beg like it's the pedway headway
Still
For the only one I want
For the only one I need
It takes so much
I know you say you're down but are you really?
Can you see what I see?
Do you know that I cannot read your mind?
And you cannot read my dreams?
I wish you could read into me
Like instructions that come with iPhone
I don't wanna be capable of scaring you away
No, no, no, I don't wanna but I might though
Losing myself every day, and you see it
Less often I do something right though
I don't wanna scare you
But I can and I will and I fucking hate it
Losing my mind every day, and you see it
Can you pretend you do not see it?
'Cause it sounds like-
Abit I am satist
Curse upon my town
'Cause they never wanted me to do shit
I might need some grapes in the club
Took the L, I still win
Trickster in the night, darkness host
I feel like Rumpelstiltskin
Let me say it here, since I can
TERFs should die, don't tweet me
Used to wanna be rich as fuck
But then I'd have to eat me
That would just taste bad
I've got 13 days of app shit in me
When you buy my shit on Bandcamp
My life expectancy go...
Up!
But I could not care less
Canvas goin' up
Gotta pub, but I'm still so careless
Yah-ah-ah!
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Money money money money
Money money mo-ney
I wanna get whack
Take a load and break the bed frame
You can grab it from the back
Just try not to moan my deadname
Feed my habits, lost the pack
But that's everywhere like bread flakes
And I need them, I might quack
Watch me beg like it's the pedway headway
Still
For the only one I want
For the only one I need
It takes so much
I know you say you're down but are you really?
Can you see what I see?
Do you know that I cannot read your mind?
And you cannot read my dreams?
I wish you could read into me
Like instructions that come with iPhone
I don't wanna be capable of scaring you away
No, no, no, I don't wanna but I might though
Losing myself every day, and you see it
Less often I do something right though
I don't wanna scare you
But I can and I will and I fucking hate it
Losing my mind every day, and you see it
Can you pretend you do not see it?
'Cause it sounds like-
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Writer(s): Spencer Hawk, Christopher Libby
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