Toenail Blues
Found your toe
Hang on
I'll wait for your lead
Alright
Found your toenail
Behind my bed
It's so real
Even though it's dead
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in a jar in case I
Wanna see
Found your long hair
Clogging my sink
It's so yours cause the
Ends are pink
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in my pocket
For my anxiety
And if I find enough stuff
I could remake you rough
Boy
I could fake it
But to make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
Yeah
To make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
Yes you would
You got it now
Well well
Found your eyelash
Left on a dish
I didn't waste it on a
Single wish
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in a box away from
Company
Found your laughing
The other day
On a message I thought
I erased
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it on a loop even
When I'm asleep
But if I find enough stuff
I could remake you rough
Boy
I could fake it
But to make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
And if I go through the pain
Of rebuilding your brain
Oh
If I'm not lazy
But to make your fucking brain work
You'd have to hate me
Oh
To make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
So it's best that I
Don't ever
Remake it
There's a lot of cursing in this song.
You made me
I didn't do anything
Hang on
I'll wait for your lead
Alright
Found your toenail
Behind my bed
It's so real
Even though it's dead
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in a jar in case I
Wanna see
Found your long hair
Clogging my sink
It's so yours cause the
Ends are pink
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in my pocket
For my anxiety
And if I find enough stuff
I could remake you rough
Boy
I could fake it
But to make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
Yeah
To make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
Yes you would
You got it now
Well well
Found your eyelash
Left on a dish
I didn't waste it on a
Single wish
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it in a box away from
Company
Found your laughing
The other day
On a message I thought
I erased
And you don't know
How much that shit
Means to me
Yeah
I keep it on a loop even
When I'm asleep
But if I find enough stuff
I could remake you rough
Boy
I could fake it
But to make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
And if I go through the pain
Of rebuilding your brain
Oh
If I'm not lazy
But to make your fucking brain work
You'd have to hate me
Oh
To make your heart authentic
I'd have to break it
So it's best that I
Don't ever
Remake it
There's a lot of cursing in this song.
You made me
I didn't do anything
Credits
Writer(s): Gianni Bahadoorsingh
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