Bitch, I'm Cute
Yeah
Bitch, I'm cute and my outfit is amazing
You smiled back so I know you wanna play
Yes, I reek of tequila
Yea, my shoes Prada
Got a million gray hairs
I get it from my momma
I saw you and I swear I thought the world stopped
I saw you then I took my 3rd or 4th shot
I'm not drunk, I'm just finally in my right mind
I'm not drunk, oh my god, you're such an earth sign
Bitch, I'm cute but I need my fucking brain fixed
Sick Scorpio, always thinking with my dick
I'm the life of the party
Paint a another smile on
Cower to my ego
My ritual, my séance
Ghosts don't walk through walls like they used to
Full moon peak through the clouds what would you do
Hold my breath, hope I don't shed a tear
Hope I don't shed a tear, hope I don't shed a
Because you
You're not what I want
You are what I need
You cure my disease
Baby you
You're not what I want
You are what I need
You cure my disease
Truth hurts
Blind men see what they want to
Full 'clipse
I still feel what the sun do
Tan lines like a roadmap to your wonder
Rib cage hugs your pure heart beating under
Hands up catch the cool breeze out the sun roof
9-2 on the dashboard push the gear through
I won't live in fear
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
I don't
Take me now it's fine
I swear I don't mind
Life in hell with my friends
Beats this bubble we're in
All my angels did their best
This is me, I'm such a mess
Thanks for trying
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Oh, oh
Bitch, I'm cute and my outfit is amazing
You smiled back so I know you wanna play
Yes, I reek of tequila
Yea, my shoes Prada
Got a million gray hairs
I get it from my momma
I saw you and I swear I thought the world stopped
I saw you then I took my 3rd or 4th shot
I'm not drunk, I'm just finally in my right mind
I'm not drunk, oh my god, you're such an earth sign
Bitch, I'm cute but I need my fucking brain fixed
Sick Scorpio, always thinking with my dick
I'm the life of the party
Paint a another smile on
Cower to my ego
My ritual, my séance
Ghosts don't walk through walls like they used to
Full moon peak through the clouds what would you do
Hold my breath, hope I don't shed a tear
Hope I don't shed a tear, hope I don't shed a
Because you
You're not what I want
You are what I need
You cure my disease
Baby you
You're not what I want
You are what I need
You cure my disease
Truth hurts
Blind men see what they want to
Full 'clipse
I still feel what the sun do
Tan lines like a roadmap to your wonder
Rib cage hugs your pure heart beating under
Hands up catch the cool breeze out the sun roof
9-2 on the dashboard push the gear through
I won't live in fear
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
Fuck tomorrow I don't care
I don't
Take me now it's fine
I swear I don't mind
Life in hell with my friends
Beats this bubble we're in
All my angels did their best
This is me, I'm such a mess
Thanks for trying
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Nothing's left
Oh, oh
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Writer(s): Anthony Tulloch
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