pablo picasso.
Blank pictures on the walls
I dodge your texts and calls to avoid you
Cause I don't wanna talk at all
So walk it off, don't say I didn't warn you
I'll take your trash out one more time
But it's the last time that I'm gonna let you
reevaluate my life
Take my passwords, I don't have use for them right now
I pray in this next life, his name would stay out of your mouth
I never liked your mom or dad, my bad
Cause if you screw up, no turning back
If you're hearing this, I'm gone
I'm sorry for the trouble that I caused
Won't admit I'm wrong
But the least that I can do is write a song
Lots of people talk,
But I can't hear a thing outside these walls
I'll just sit and rot
While all my secrets lay between the rocks
Take my passwords, I don't have use for them right now
I pray in this next life, that she won't drain my bank account
So please take off that holy crown
And place me six feet underground
Somewhere that you can let me drown
Don't let me out
The problem at the core
My grandma says she thinks you're immature
You can't make me sore
Cause you don't have the body for those shorts
I dodge your texts and calls to avoid you
Cause I don't wanna talk at all
So walk it off, don't say I didn't warn you
I'll take your trash out one more time
But it's the last time that I'm gonna let you
reevaluate my life
Take my passwords, I don't have use for them right now
I pray in this next life, his name would stay out of your mouth
I never liked your mom or dad, my bad
Cause if you screw up, no turning back
If you're hearing this, I'm gone
I'm sorry for the trouble that I caused
Won't admit I'm wrong
But the least that I can do is write a song
Lots of people talk,
But I can't hear a thing outside these walls
I'll just sit and rot
While all my secrets lay between the rocks
Take my passwords, I don't have use for them right now
I pray in this next life, that she won't drain my bank account
So please take off that holy crown
And place me six feet underground
Somewhere that you can let me drown
Don't let me out
The problem at the core
My grandma says she thinks you're immature
You can't make me sore
Cause you don't have the body for those shorts
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Writer(s): Reuben Applewhite
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