Certified Hits
Julie (unintelligible)
Blonder than before you whore
Left me knocking locking all your doors
Forgot your family leaves for the summer
Julie (unintelligible)
Acting all surprised with those eyes
Sayin we can be friends if I like
Or not, guess we'll see, total bummer
I bet you thought you knew me
That was before everything became
Turned around, something going through me
Do you want to do me
Or is there something new and rearranged
Either way honestly and truly Julie
I'm just a little busy making
Certified hits, like this one
I can take a shit, pure gold
Certified hits, just listen
Yeah you could have had this
Oh please pick up the phone
Christie (unintelligible)
Beautiful and rich
You bitch
Don't tell me your cell phone had a glitch
Turns out her cousin died
That one's my bad
Christie (unintelligible)
Wouldn't take me back to that rack
Sayin sensitivity I lack
I shout "fucking lies!"
You're not my dad
I drank a lot of whiskey
But that was before everything became
Turned around, now I know you miss me
Do you want to kiss me
Or is there something stronger to proclaim
Either way, don't go getting misty
Christie
I'm just a little busy making
Certified hits, like this one
I can take a shit, pure gold
Certified hits just listen
Yeah you could have had this
Oh please pick up the phone
Blonder than before you whore
Left me knocking locking all your doors
Forgot your family leaves for the summer
Julie (unintelligible)
Acting all surprised with those eyes
Sayin we can be friends if I like
Or not, guess we'll see, total bummer
I bet you thought you knew me
That was before everything became
Turned around, something going through me
Do you want to do me
Or is there something new and rearranged
Either way honestly and truly Julie
I'm just a little busy making
Certified hits, like this one
I can take a shit, pure gold
Certified hits, just listen
Yeah you could have had this
Oh please pick up the phone
Christie (unintelligible)
Beautiful and rich
You bitch
Don't tell me your cell phone had a glitch
Turns out her cousin died
That one's my bad
Christie (unintelligible)
Wouldn't take me back to that rack
Sayin sensitivity I lack
I shout "fucking lies!"
You're not my dad
I drank a lot of whiskey
But that was before everything became
Turned around, now I know you miss me
Do you want to kiss me
Or is there something stronger to proclaim
Either way, don't go getting misty
Christie
I'm just a little busy making
Certified hits, like this one
I can take a shit, pure gold
Certified hits just listen
Yeah you could have had this
Oh please pick up the phone
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Writer(s): Jordan Wills, Babraham Lincoln
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