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I'm gonna cut off my fingers
So I won't write to you
Even if I think of you
I'm gonna rip out my eyes
In case your picture
Shows up on me
I'm gonna cut off my dick
So I won't break you if I get the urge
Get this fucking hangover off me
It makes me look for you
On the weekend
I idealized you and with one hit you knocked down the altar
I memorized even your way of breathing
You didn't take a sweater, you took a pair
You only left that morning of overthinking
And I still can't stop, and if we meet it means I'm gonna ignore you
Your zodiac sign to justify
The screws in your mind that aren't screwed tight
Block me on high, zero contact
Sorry Jay Wheeler, we broke the pact
Your love vibe, I don't share it
I think you left at just the right time
Zero contact, zero contact
Dining on pussy, throwing facts
Making money, making connections
My life sounds like a sax in the background
I'm looking for a family like Stitch
You're looking for an old guy who's rich
I’ll hit you in the face without being Chris
You laugh and say harder, please
You get really wild with anise
Bad vibes
My uncle told me you’re a whore like your aunt
That you showed up in a Corolla
That in a little car you catch a ride
In a Chevette, in a Corsa, in a Terios, and in a Kia
And don’t talk to me about love anymore
Because if you’re bilingual
It’s because when talking shit, you’re the best
And I don’t feel pain anymore
Now I’m rolling in cash
And when I blow up, you won’t be getting Dior
You can’t get anything, not dick or Prada
You really messed up big time
I don’t want you close, I don’t want you on top
If I see you on the dance floor, don’t look for my gaze
I'm gonna cut off my fingers
So I won't write to you
Even if I think of you
I'm gonna rip out my eyes
In case your picture
Shows up on me
I'm gonna cut off my dick
So I won't break you if I get the urge
Get this fucking hangover off me
It makes me look for you on the weekend
Block me on high, zero contact
Sorry Jay Wheeler, we broke the pact
Your love vibe, I don't share it
I think you left at just the right time
Zero contact, zero contact
Dining on pussy, throwing facts
Making money, making connections
My life sounds like a sax in the background.
