Sertraline
In some life, we could've been best friends
In some life, we could've been enemies
And the punchline is that you don't care for me
My whole life, counting up casualties
And your ex boy
Threw all his toys
Out the pram you made for him
And your ex boy
I'd never exploit
But I'd of killed him if you'd said
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
In some life, we could of been best friends
In some life, we could of been dead to me
And you live in Brixton
Guess I miss the south
I'm a North London girl
Could never figure me out
And you live in Brixton
Do you hate me now?
I bet that one of these songs
Will get me punched in the mouth
Ouch!
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self-esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
Oh I really I hope you get better
But I'm growing bored and impolite
(I'm growing bored and impolite)
And I really thought I could help you
(I could help you)
You can call me a bitch, oh I'll be fine
(Oh I'll be fine)
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self-esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
In some life, we could've been enemies
And the punchline is that you don't care for me
My whole life, counting up casualties
And your ex boy
Threw all his toys
Out the pram you made for him
And your ex boy
I'd never exploit
But I'd of killed him if you'd said
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
In some life, we could of been best friends
In some life, we could of been dead to me
And you live in Brixton
Guess I miss the south
I'm a North London girl
Could never figure me out
And you live in Brixton
Do you hate me now?
I bet that one of these songs
Will get me punched in the mouth
Ouch!
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self-esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
Oh I really I hope you get better
But I'm growing bored and impolite
(I'm growing bored and impolite)
And I really thought I could help you
(I could help you)
You can call me a bitch, oh I'll be fine
(Oh I'll be fine)
They're doing white lines
While you're doing ketamine
'God I hate my life'
Is something you said to me
And I'm out of my mind
And you kill my self-esteem
God you're a bad time
But you'll blame the sertraline
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Writer(s): Greta Jaime
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