Jenga
Let me talk about some issues
Living with em for a while
Your toxic misuse
Of what it means to wear a smile
Running out of options
You're not subtle girl I got it
Can't put you to bed
Singing lullabies you're dead
You made your bed
And you fucked it up too
Screw you and your lack of tattoos
Cat food and issues
I got dreams to pursue
Happy you finally withdrew
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly pocket
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly pocket
Don't let the door
Hit you where the goddess split you, no
I'm at your funeral, death kiss
Candle vigil, no
Me and my pals are sexy
Grinch ass wanna fucking test me
College friends will forget u
You're built just like the Cindy Lou Who
Put miles on that fuckin' car
Imma still be a motherfuckin' star
coming back to bite you
Wrote this song just to spite you
(Don't you think that's a bit rude)
Your boyfriend don't even like you
(Damn)
Baby girl you're history
Can't purse your lips without a tongue to speak 'coz
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly Pocket
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly Pocket
Don't let the door
Hit you where the goddesses split you, no
I'm at your funeral, death kiss
Candle vigil, no
Living with em for a while
Your toxic misuse
Of what it means to wear a smile
Running out of options
You're not subtle girl I got it
Can't put you to bed
Singing lullabies you're dead
You made your bed
And you fucked it up too
Screw you and your lack of tattoos
Cat food and issues
I got dreams to pursue
Happy you finally withdrew
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly pocket
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly pocket
Don't let the door
Hit you where the goddess split you, no
I'm at your funeral, death kiss
Candle vigil, no
Me and my pals are sexy
Grinch ass wanna fucking test me
College friends will forget u
You're built just like the Cindy Lou Who
Put miles on that fuckin' car
Imma still be a motherfuckin' star
coming back to bite you
Wrote this song just to spite you
(Don't you think that's a bit rude)
Your boyfriend don't even like you
(Damn)
Baby girl you're history
Can't purse your lips without a tongue to speak 'coz
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly Pocket
Liars get caught up
Cheaters don't profit
Your parents raised you to be a bigot Polly Pocket
Don't let the door
Hit you where the goddesses split you, no
I'm at your funeral, death kiss
Candle vigil, no
Credits
Writer(s): Leasel Piranian
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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