TUMMYACHE
(Uh, yea)
(Yea)
(Goddamn)
(You know fun fact, all of the instruments in the song I did myself,
all a cappella so...)
Woah, Goddamn
Yuh, when push come to shove
Boy like me like to stay up above
Uh, tryna switch it from friends to lovers
Your digits mean more than a number
If you open up I got you covered
Everything goin to plan
Look at her look bro I'm scorin a ten
Wait who dat man, that's your boyfriend?
Goddamn
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Yuh, you don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Tryna get outta this situation
You no Marky Mark no good vibration
Got me in cuffs like a police station
Gps broke this ain't my destination
I ain't into blondes but, ooh, Goddamn
Swingin through the vines like, ooh, Tarzan
Cause I'm tryna find the way to be your man
Fuck I'm outta luck you got other plans, shit
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Yuh, you don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
I'm not gonna lie this a lazy ass song
And I got Lazy with the captions too Blqqkqbqbq
You guys don't need to say this part anyways
(Yea)
(Goddamn)
(You know fun fact, all of the instruments in the song I did myself,
all a cappella so...)
Woah, Goddamn
Yuh, when push come to shove
Boy like me like to stay up above
Uh, tryna switch it from friends to lovers
Your digits mean more than a number
If you open up I got you covered
Everything goin to plan
Look at her look bro I'm scorin a ten
Wait who dat man, that's your boyfriend?
Goddamn
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Yuh, you don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Tryna get outta this situation
You no Marky Mark no good vibration
Got me in cuffs like a police station
Gps broke this ain't my destination
I ain't into blondes but, ooh, Goddamn
Swingin through the vines like, ooh, Tarzan
Cause I'm tryna find the way to be your man
Fuck I'm outta luck you got other plans, shit
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
Yuh, you don't really fuck with your boy, no
You don't really fuck with your boy, no
Got me feelin played like a toy, no
But that's just how you roll
I'm not gonna lie this a lazy ass song
And I got Lazy with the captions too Blqqkqbqbq
You guys don't need to say this part anyways
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Sullivan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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