Glaive

prick

Glaive


She said I'm a prick, that's what she told me
Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me
I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly
And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me
Hope you tell them you're a prick, that's what she told me
Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me
I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly
And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me

(Glaive)
Oh, no, you think you love me but you really don't
Put your issues on me and find a way to cope
I can't help but let you go
If you ever have time for me just let me know
Tall grass, I watch every single step that I take
And I need all that, my ballcap is hiding my face (Fuck)
I've been holdin' myself back
And I don't wanna do it anymore
Baby, I don't wanna do it anymore
Baby, I don't wanna do it anymore
Can't let you go, can't let you go, can't let you go
Because I'm scared to be alone
Then I'll end up on my own, on my own

And I've been actin' like a prick, that's what she told me
Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me
I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly
And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me
She said I'm a prick, that's what she told me
Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me
I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly
And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me

She said I'm a prick
(I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick, I'm a prick)
Prick, that's what she told me
Baby, you don't give a shit, you miss the old me
I hope that every time I win, it kills you slowly
And I hope you tell your kids you used to know me

Compositores: Rupert Bootes Howarth, Ash Gutierrez
ECAD: Obra #31919137

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