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Moving to LA to be an actress
No you don't pick up when I'm calling your bluff
Cause you won't leave the city or your mattress
Baby don't call me when it starts to get tough (Whoah)
You left your pretty little pink Birken bag
In my backseat yeah (Whoah)
And you never gon' get it back
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you giftwrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss that
RIP
C'est la vie
I could be the best thing you won't have
RIP means
Rest in pieces
All our love is shattered glass
Hurts too much to handle
Thornbush heart I'll search the brambles
Flowers grow atop your grave
Will you bloom or waste away
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you giftwrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you gift wrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss that
I say it I don't mean it
This feeling of loneliness I don't regret
Your venom lips are poisonous
Oh whoah
Drove a new Mercedes and you crashed it
Should have been the first red flag
But I went right past it
Guess we both got bad reactions
No you don't pick up when I'm calling your bluff
Cause you won't leave the city or your mattress
Baby don't call me when it starts to get tough (Whoah)
You left your pretty little pink Birken bag
In my backseat yeah (Whoah)
And you never gon' get it back
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you giftwrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss that
RIP
C'est la vie
I could be the best thing you won't have
RIP means
Rest in pieces
All our love is shattered glass
Hurts too much to handle
Thornbush heart I'll search the brambles
Flowers grow atop your grave
Will you bloom or waste away
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you giftwrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss
RIP the old you
From my heart to your handbag
All you did was lose
What you don't deserve
All the chitchat
That you gift wrap
Oh lord
(Oh lord)
RIP the old you
You and I we're gonna miss that
I say it I don't mean it
This feeling of loneliness I don't regret
Your venom lips are poisonous
Oh whoah
Drove a new Mercedes and you crashed it
Should have been the first red flag
But I went right past it
Guess we both got bad reactions
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Writer(s): Jordan Rys, Ben Waldee, Emmett Gworek
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