Animal Crackers
I have Animal Crackers
And the birthday cake that I bought from Walmart
Got all of my lanterns to turn green
And I'll wait until sunset
For you to open, your invitations
I don't want you to think I'm a creep
Please, don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
And when I thought that I could try and send out invitations
I realized that nobody likes me, party's in the basement
I still have lots of cake left over, I don't wanna say it
But I'm complacent, I will stay and I will make the payments so
Please don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Please don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
And the birthday cake that I bought from Walmart
Got all of my lanterns to turn green
And I'll wait until sunset
For you to open, your invitations
I don't want you to think I'm a creep
Please, don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
And when I thought that I could try and send out invitations
I realized that nobody likes me, party's in the basement
I still have lots of cake left over, I don't wanna say it
But I'm complacent, I will stay and I will make the payments so
Please don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Please don't run away from me
I got chicken wings fried in canola oil to bring
I close my eyes, so I won't feel the hurt, I won't see
I bite my tongue, I hope that you would come, I can't breathe
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Writer(s): Boywithuke
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