Front Tooth
I saw Peanut Butter Wolf at the show
House on escrow, gettin' a taste for the relevant
Runnin' 'round town in the know
Voice memos, high-five drives bumpin' my best friend shit
But it don't feel like, like it's supposed to
Yeah, this still feels like a Conor McGregor fight
Kickin' out my front tooth
Wish I was lovey-ovey-ovey, want that true mother feel
But I keep hatin', hatin', hatin' like Cruella de Vil
I wanna lovey-ovey-ovey, I just wanna feel real
So I lay down in the shower, let the water wake my body up
Wake my body up, wake my body up
Wake my body up
You're the air I need, you're the love I breathe
You're the bed I sleep in, you're a garden gnome
You're a fire hose, yeah, you're out of control
You're my dolphin lover, so somebody please riddle me
Why this still don't feel like quite, like it's supposed to
Yeah, this still feels like a Conor McGregor fight
Kickin' out my front tooth (huh-oh)
Wish I was lovey-ovey-ovey, want that true mother feel
But I keep hatin', hatin', hatin' like Cruella de Vil
I wanna lovey-ovey-ovey, I just wanna feel real
So I lay down in the shower, let the water wake my body up
Wake my body up, wake my body up, whoa
Wake my body up, please, please wake it up
House on escrow, gettin' a taste for the relevant
Runnin' 'round town in the know
Voice memos, high-five drives bumpin' my best friend shit
But it don't feel like, like it's supposed to
Yeah, this still feels like a Conor McGregor fight
Kickin' out my front tooth
Wish I was lovey-ovey-ovey, want that true mother feel
But I keep hatin', hatin', hatin' like Cruella de Vil
I wanna lovey-ovey-ovey, I just wanna feel real
So I lay down in the shower, let the water wake my body up
Wake my body up, wake my body up
Wake my body up
You're the air I need, you're the love I breathe
You're the bed I sleep in, you're a garden gnome
You're a fire hose, yeah, you're out of control
You're my dolphin lover, so somebody please riddle me
Why this still don't feel like quite, like it's supposed to
Yeah, this still feels like a Conor McGregor fight
Kickin' out my front tooth (huh-oh)
Wish I was lovey-ovey-ovey, want that true mother feel
But I keep hatin', hatin', hatin' like Cruella de Vil
I wanna lovey-ovey-ovey, I just wanna feel real
So I lay down in the shower, let the water wake my body up
Wake my body up, wake my body up, whoa
Wake my body up, please, please wake it up
Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Remi Wolf, Solomon Jared Paul
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