Top Songs By BAZELLE
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sarah Brush
Songwriter
Bert Belvedere
Songwriter
Lyrics
What was all that shit you were talking?
Where was all that dirt when we were fucking?
A little too late for redemption
Save my confession
God's the only one watching me now
Why you out here airing my business?
Boy you should know we're too old for this
A little too hot in my kitchen
Now you got me bitching
God there ain't no hope for me now, no
No
No
No
What was all that shit you were talking?
Where was all that dirt when we were fucking?
Oh you the big man or something?
Don Vito Corleone
Call me when you all alone
What was that, I'm one of your trophies?
Four of your boys they called and told me
Saying "This fucked up, but he's my homie"
Oh how them fuckboys
Stick together
Your faces forgotten
But your words will last forever
What was that, I heard about them pictures
Give a little something, fuck it figures
If I knew I was gonna be fucked over
I'd get fucked over by someone bigger
Rather be fucked over by something
It takes a big man to keep quiet
But it takes an even bigger man to stay silent
Guess you was a lil boy playing with my fire
Damn I musta been hella high, yeah
Shit I'm just playing I was fully sober
But why you make me feel hungover
When I think of you
I could throw up
When I hear your voice
Boy shut the fuck up
You was feeling up on my body
Now you in your feelings thinking of my body
Fool me one time
Shame on you
Fool me just one time
And I'll fuck you over too
What was all that shit you were talking?
Where was all that dirt when we were fucking?
A little too late for redemption
Save my confession
God's the only one watching me now
Why you out here airing my business?
Boy you should know we're too old for this
A little too hot in my kitchen
Now you got me bitching
God there ain't no hope for me now
What was all that shit you were talking?
Where was all that dirt when we were fucking?
A little too late for redemption
Save my confession
God's the only one watching me now
Why you out here airing my business?
Boy you should know we're too old for this
A little too hot in my kitchen
Now you got me bitching
God there ain't no hope for me now
What was all that shit you were talking?
Where was all that dirt when we were fucking?
A little too late for redemption
Save my confession
God's the only one watching me now
Why you out here airing my business?
Boy you should know we're too old for this
A little too hot in my kitchen
Now you got me bitching
God there ain't no hope for me now
Writer(s): Sarah Brush
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