Sour Patch

I hear you've that you got the smoothest, sweetest tasting lips
(I hear you that you've got, you've got, you've got)
Like cotton candy mixed with sour patch kids
(Like cotton candy, yeah) Sour Patch Kids

Heard you got that melt in your mouth, make your lips pucker up
Way of being
The inside out and upside down, fucked up
Way of feelin'

You cross my mind sometimes
Whiskey on ice, shivers down my spine
You're living rent-free in my head now
And it's kind of nice, mm

There's lots of things that are really out of my control
(There's lots of things that are really out of my control)
Sometimes you gotta give in and pay the fuckin' toll
(Pay the fuckin' toll, pay the fuckin' toll)

Heard you gotta roll with the punches, take it like a champion
Street fighter
And on the darkest days you gotta light the lamp again
Be brighter

You cross my mind sometimes
Whiskey on ice, shivers down my spine
You're living rent-free in my head now
And it's kind of nice, mm

Sugar rushing through my body
I want you more than anybody

You cross my mind sometimes
Whiskey on ice, shivers down my spine
You're living rent-free in my head now
And it's kind of nice, ooh



Credits
Writer(s): Ruby Komisar, Sam Jackson Willows
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