[Verse 1 Glasspopcorn] You tellin me dont worry, girl Im so bored I gotta slip a THC up in my headspace First love used drugs that could knock a horse out Cant ignore how Weird that reality tastes We never talk anymore Text anymore We never chat anymore like at all You never ask if Im putting that work in But I need that recognition AAP, shimmy shimmy yall Girl you only like me cuz my MoMA money Thats not funny Maybe just coming from me I peaked at thirteen fuck that noise Hey ma, Im a man dont do me like a boy Talkin bout those halcyon days Back when calcium came From Muscle Milk with no flakes Muscle Milk like Hot Sugar That was way before the internet had made me this way It could be different Or maybe not Im a piece of shit, like [Hook Lakutis and Glasspopcorn] Girrrl, I know you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream Im getting blazed thinking bout those days, ah Girrrl, you know you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream Im seventeen Girrrl, I know you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream [Verse 2 Glasspopcorn] Girl when we together The block hot like Weezy up on his 90s shit I was born in the 90s bitch born in the 90s bitch Yeah it really gets to me at night n shit Cuz I know you only text me when you get all depressed And you posting selfies on Instagram makes me wanna kill myself Cuz I know in real life you always talking about how You know Comparing me to animals When all you really wanna do is call me up on the phone real late Scream into my ear Hey, Glass [Hook Lakutis and Glasspopcorn] Boyyy, I cannot believe the way you treat me You have got to change or say goodbye to me I say Girrrl, you know you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream Im seventeen Girrrl, you know that I am your perfect lover and youre a teenager I know you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream [Outro Glasspopcorn] Girl, I know that you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream [...] dot com, [...] dot com Girl, I know that you miss the things that we do You tell me I make your body scream Dont worry Girl
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