Shoot the messenger, 'em up She's a 10 plus 10, not Mixed messages, crossed Marry me, what you Too much brush and socks Parents minted, Mayfair, dogs We go on walks, she talks I pour my out and she laps up my blood Blue lights, vision Heart races super cars Two drinks, the rooms Zebedee, you're the ace of society, cute kittens Allergies, I don't you enough Blocked me on your private Your godmother should come play us
Nicotine, can't it Two's up, two's You stub it out I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, can't it Two's up, two's You stub it out I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Doorman, let me in the Spent all my money, you getting no more wages Sir, Sir, are you sure? In short, I'm not a mop you can drag the floor Inside, shock She's with a guy your mans stare him out Real polite, no, please, no a drink? I'm alright Beer goggles on, the wool, now I'm blind as day, I can see You me melt, sun, ice cream You smooth felt, soft to the touch You repellent, smell your scent from up above Angel getting out the club For slapping Harry, just a mug I'm stood outside waiting, where you Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Frost
Nicotine, can't it Two's up, down You it out before I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, can't it Two's up, down You stub it out before I On my arm and I out wow!