Shoot the messenger, 'em up a 10 plus 10, not enough Mixed messages, wires Marry me, what you Too much brush and socks Parents minted, Mayfair, couple We go on walks, she talks I pour my out and she laps up my blood Blue lights, double races like super cars Two drinks, the spinning Zebedee, you're the ace of High society, kittens Allergies, I don't like you me on your private finsta Your godmother should play with us
Nicotine, can't it up, two's down You stub it out before I On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, quit 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 ain't getting no wages Sure Sir, Sir, are you In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the Inside, shock She's standing a guy Guys mans stare him out polite, no, please, no thanks Want a drink? I'm goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind as day, I can see You me melt, sun, ice cream You like felt, soft to the touch You were repellent, smell your scent up above getting carried out the club For Harry, Harry's just a mug I'm stood outside waiting, where you lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost
Nicotine, quit it up, two's down You stub it out I finish On my arm and I out wow!
Nicotine, quit it Two's up, down You it out before I finish On my arm and I out wow!