Basement
Last night I was crying on my bedroom floor
Green eyes in my head I slammed against the door
Fuck life I should've know you were getting bored
Last night I was crying in my bedroom
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
All night long I've been writing on paper
Hit my bong every now and later
We went wrong why don't I hate her
Screw our god, Screw our creator
I remember all the times we could never get along
I remember all the times that I wrote you a song
Well here's another one
Take just what you want from me
And if you wanna know I'm writing this in my
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Green eyes in my head I slammed against the door
Fuck life I should've know you were getting bored
Last night I was crying in my bedroom
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
All night long I've been writing on paper
Hit my bong every now and later
We went wrong why don't I hate her
Screw our god, Screw our creator
I remember all the times we could never get along
I remember all the times that I wrote you a song
Well here's another one
Take just what you want from me
And if you wanna know I'm writing this in my
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Basement, you remember fuckin' round in your basement
Now I blend in with the crowd and I hate it
Wanna make my momma proud but I fake it
Credits
Writer(s): Rachel Reeves
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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