8-Bit Panda Strike - Hey There, Brianna (An Obsession Mix) Lyrics

Hey there, Brianna
What's it like in New York City
I sent you a thousand dollars
And I want to see your titties
Yes I do
These virtual diamonds don't shine
As bright as you
And you know it's true

Hey there, Brianna
Don't you worry about my finance
I got my Mom's credit card
And I don't even know the balance
What a surprise
I just want to get lost inside your eyes
And between your thighs

Oh. it's what you do to me
Oh, I would simp for thee
Oh, I wish that chair was me
(I wish that was me, ooh)
Oh, I would simp for thee

Hey there, Brianna
I know it must be a chore
To read all of those messages
From the losers you ignore
What do ya say
Please show me attention so my friends won't say
That's I'm really gay

Oh. it's what you do to me
Oh, I would simp for thee
Oh, won't you notice me
(Notice me, senpai! Notice me!)
Oh, I would simp for thee

A thousand bucks seems pretty cheap
Just to get a little peak
Inside your heart to see if you love me
My friends say I have no chance
But your ASMR puts me in a trance
And now I know you gotta be with me
Brianna I can promise you
By the time that I get through
I'll be at your doorstep immediately
Say that you love me

Hey there, Brianna
I got some much love to give
And even though you have a boyfriend
I'll make sure he doesn't live
I got this knife
You'll have no clue that I took his life
And you'll be my wife

Oh. it's what you do to me
Oh, say that you love me
Oh, I get out in thirty
(After parole)
Oh, I would simp for thee
You better say that you love me