Buttercream

Well I'm feeling
No reason
You seem excited
But that's treason

Hey you, my echo
Why are you so damn hateful
I'll come back, if you're faithful
And our lives will both be miserable

Well I'm feeling
This season
You're alive and
I'm breathing

Hey you, my echo
Why are you so damn hateful
I'll come back if you're faithful
And our lives will both be miserable

Paint chips on your lips
Grab my hips then swing then dip
Paint chips on your lips
Grab my hips then swing then dip
Spit it out
You ain't that tough
In my head I've had enough
Spit it out
You ain't that tough
In my head I've had enough

Well I'm feeling
Your ceiling
You're high and I'm kneeling



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Writer(s): Bradley Newberry
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