Not Emo Anymore

You fucking stole my dog, and now I'm out of luck
I am feeling hopeless, hopeless
You make me feel awful and bad, and now I'm so sad

Just kidding

Out in the club with my girlies, girlies
Love them so much, they're like pearlies, pearlies
Won't look ugly with my curlies, curlies
But that's none of your business anyway, way

Getting used to quarantine
So bored, wanna make a scene
Wanna hop onto the stage
Oh, it fills me up with rage
Thought I was stuck here forever
Now we can all be together
Feel the need to thank the Lord
'Cause I was so fucking bored

We gonna party all night
Gonna stay up 'till the sunrise
Here with my BFFs, and we're gonna be drinking
Just me?
Okay, I guess

Na-na-na-na
Ooo-oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
I feel dizzy, and I feel like a cat
Meow, bitches



Credits
Writer(s): Marc Charly
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