CRÈME BRÛLÉE!

I know kerosene, I'm not dumb, mommy
I've got flesh from the meanies between my teeth
I'm so terribly rude and crude to be
Showing up at your house seeking remedy

But should I say I'm wrong for that? (For that)
Don't wanna feel the backhand of whiplash
I'll fantasize behind your back (your back)
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah-ah-ah

I am devolving, I am losing steam
I have been passing out on the balance beam
You are so extreme, you are so supreme
Shot me right in the head with a laser beam

I don't wanna be your dog like that (that)
Carve your name, eat you like crème brûlée, ah-ah-ah

Baby too drunk to hold my keys
Can't be fucked to wait with me, ah (ah-ah-ah)
I can't open my eyes
It's the worst kind of high

Baby too drunk to hold my keys
Baby too drunk to hold



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Solomon, Claire Chicha
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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