I like a girl in a hoody when she clothes
Party up, sugar boogy in her nose
Mummy never liked me hanging with them, hold on
I love it when you tippy on your toes
Keep it in the air
Bite a pillow
Get a hold
That routine never gets old
Kept it flexy with your time
Kept it flexy when you fold
Just let go when its time to go home
Better now that I know what a mess
Better than living with a weight upon my chest
When you know, what a sket
I tell you what I see, I see a wreck
You
Thought you could of stuck with me like glue
When you're right, what a sket
I gave you all my time got nothing left
