23 - Rejjie Snow, Your Smith, Caroline Smith

I’m at home smoking weed all day

Scratch marks on my escalade

And you gotta be the antidote

I tattooed you right on my brain

Then why you wanna watch me drown?

Act up when I come around?

Flex up when we’re making out?

Tell me how I just run you down

Those lips that I kissed today

Made up in but in a foreign way

Stretch marks in my favorite place

I hate love but in a crazy way

Boy, you ain’t gonna lay me down

Creased up in a paper crown

Peace’d up at your parents house

All day, all day

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Small rips on your skinny jeans

Your tattoos, I wear it on my sleeve

Your password ends in twenty-three

Not safe, no way

You play dead like emergency

Your pants off, in your jewellery

We make up so when the choir sings

I miss us, miss we

Speaker blown on the driver’s side

Say your tape gonna fly you high

But all I hear is some overdrive

All day, all day

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

So why-y-y can’t you

Can’t you lay down your arms for me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

Why you gotta say mean things about me?

I bet, I bet you are, mmhm

How am I supposed to believe that?

Why am I not surprised at all?

You know it’s you

You’re just saying that

Nah, that shit’s not true

Rejjie