Interlude A - Laura
Twenty-four pitches in the bathtub
Twenty-four pieces in the bathtub
What the fuck is this delay
Turn it off, turn it off
Turn the fucking reverb off
Okay, okay? Okay
Okay, twenty-fucking-four pieces in the bathtub
I got this Laura Beaute
I got this Laura Beaute
What the fuck is this Marco Raffine
What the fuck is this Marco Raffine
Things go fucking absurd today ah
And you know what
You know fucking what?
He left me!
Like c-can you admit it?
He is such a fucking jerk
Like come on twenty-four fucking pieces in the bathtub
You won't never admit it!
Oh well, oh well, okay
I don't know how to text you back
Because
You've not even answered me yet
You're such a fucking liar
Fucking, fucking liar, bitch
Why don't you just
Why don't you just show your fucking dirty face
When we first met
(But I still love you)
Fucking admit it!
24 pieces in the bathtub!
I got this fucking Laura Beaute in my hand
It's from France
(I got so) I got this fucking Marco Raffini
(I got so) It's a watercolor pencil
I got so, I got so (With 24 pieces in it)
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to (I got, I got, I got, I got, I got)
Why the fuck things going so absurd
Things got fucking absurd
Things
I
Twenty-four pieces in the bathtub
What the fuck is this delay
Turn it off, turn it off
Turn the fucking reverb off
Okay, okay? Okay
Okay, twenty-fucking-four pieces in the bathtub
I got this Laura Beaute
I got this Laura Beaute
What the fuck is this Marco Raffine
What the fuck is this Marco Raffine
Things go fucking absurd today ah
And you know what
You know fucking what?
He left me!
Like c-can you admit it?
He is such a fucking jerk
Like come on twenty-four fucking pieces in the bathtub
You won't never admit it!
Oh well, oh well, okay
I don't know how to text you back
Because
You've not even answered me yet
You're such a fucking liar
Fucking, fucking liar, bitch
Why don't you just
Why don't you just show your fucking dirty face
When we first met
(But I still love you)
Fucking admit it!
24 pieces in the bathtub!
I got this fucking Laura Beaute in my hand
It's from France
(I got so) I got this fucking Marco Raffini
(I got so) It's a watercolor pencil
I got so, I got so (With 24 pieces in it)
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to left you
I got so many reasons to (I got, I got, I got, I got, I got)
Why the fuck things going so absurd
Things got fucking absurd
Things
I
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Writer(s): Tran Uy Duc
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