Lyrics

Sticky sweet like OJ and Prosecco 'Secco, 'secco I like playing stupid (dumb) Giving my heart control Sticky sweet like OJ and Prosecco Mhm (oh) Ask me how I'm doing (oh-ah) Wouldn't you like to know? Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh) Yeah, I light it, burn it, but nothin' ever hits enough (no) Oh, oh, oh (oh, oh) I hate wanting what it was, I wish I could hate your guts Why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was I wish I could hate your guts So, why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was (ooh-oh) I wish I could hate your guts (ooh-oh) I tell you about it (some, dumb) Then I turn off my phone Keep it sweet, like OJ and Prosecco (oh) Some things I'd rather not know Oh, oh, oh (ooh) Yeah, I light it, burn it, but nothing ever hits enough Oh, oh, oh (ooh) I hate wanting what it was, I wish I could hate your (guts) Why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was I wish I could hate your guts So, why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was I wish I could hate your guts Why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was I wish I could hate your guts So, why would you start this? Why would you start this fire? I hate wanting what it was I wish I could- I hate wanting what it was I wish I could hate your (guts)
Writer(s): Lewis Martinee, Emilia Ali Antoniades, Dillon Robert Scheel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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