Fingers
Heard it happened again, you got a problem
Me and most the broken bitches, I know got you in common
And now all of us been getting to talking
Now I know girls from Colorado, Mississippi, and Boston
Betting 20s that your next one's a blondie
And she'll think that she can trust you 'cause you gave her your car keys
But at three months, it'll start getting rocky
'Cause you get to thinking you're some kind of godsend or Gandhi
Word gets around about people like you
Time you find out talking shit isn't cute
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count thеm
What them fingers do when thеre's no one wrapped around them?
When you put it that way, what really is there?
Just a bad head on your shoulders covered up with some good hair
But I guess it got some girls in your bedroom
Kind of sad that that's the best thing about you
You act like a boy still stuck in middle school
Talking 'bout girls like that don't make you cool
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do?
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
(Keep my name on it)
(Say you love the touch, but, but, say you love)
(Fucked and fucked up all these girls, girls)
(What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do)
Had your nails in my back just to go behind it
Say you want real love, but you're never gonna find it
In all of these girls 'cause you're nothing without 'em
What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do?
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
(Keep my name on it)
(Say you love the touch, but, but, say you love)
(Fucked and fucked up all these girls, girls)
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
Me and most the broken bitches, I know got you in common
And now all of us been getting to talking
Now I know girls from Colorado, Mississippi, and Boston
Betting 20s that your next one's a blondie
And she'll think that she can trust you 'cause you gave her your car keys
But at three months, it'll start getting rocky
'Cause you get to thinking you're some kind of godsend or Gandhi
Word gets around about people like you
Time you find out talking shit isn't cute
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count thеm
What them fingers do when thеre's no one wrapped around them?
When you put it that way, what really is there?
Just a bad head on your shoulders covered up with some good hair
But I guess it got some girls in your bedroom
Kind of sad that that's the best thing about you
You act like a boy still stuck in middle school
Talking 'bout girls like that don't make you cool
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do?
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
(Keep my name on it)
(Say you love the touch, but, but, say you love)
(Fucked and fucked up all these girls, girls)
(What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do)
Had your nails in my back just to go behind it
Say you want real love, but you're never gonna find it
In all of these girls 'cause you're nothing without 'em
What them fingers do, what them, what them fingers do?
Miss me on your tongue, so you keep my name on it
Say you love the touch but, uh, nobody wants it
Fucked and fucked up all these girls, you can't count them
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
(Keep my name on it)
(Say you love the touch, but, but, say you love)
(Fucked and fucked up all these girls, girls)
What them fingers do when there's no one wrapped around them?
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Cianchetta, Jules Paymer, Cheyenne Rose Arnspiger, Amy Asher, Sydnee Conley
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