Goth boy swag this the way that we live
Hop on the track I'm tryna make that shit a hit
Give me five minutes guarantee she wanna hit
Rodrick rules emo boy I'm a prick
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
Jet made a bag, stack it up times ten
Clothes hella cool but the swag top ten
Got teeth on my jeans I thinks pants talking
I say oh fosho let me know, I'm out of state tryna f*ck this hoe
I lost some of my bros so you know I keep a pole
Cheran made a play he text my phone and said yo
More friends yea she got more
I don't wanna know them I just wanna
I just wanna pop x and hit the door
I don't wanna hold hands, I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna, I just wanna oh f*cking pose for the gram
Go and hit the party everybody going ham
Spade knocked out cause he took another Xan
Trench coat boy they do not know who I am
Now she wanna dance put her feet up in the sand
I don't got a favorite I be rocking every brand
Two thousand witches I'm about to set the trend
Even if he die ima see him in the end
What was we thinking that was so childish
Three point five now we all wildin
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
anzyeity - Sadly Lauren Lyrics
anzyeity - Sadly Lauren Lyrics
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Goth boy swag this the way that we live
Hop on the track I'm tryna make that shit a hit
Give me five minutes guarantee she wanna hit
Rodrick rules emo boy I'm a prick
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
Jet made a bag, stack it up times ten
Clothes hella cool but the swag top ten
Got teeth on my jeans I thinks pants talking
I say oh fosho let me know, I'm out of state tryna f*ck this hoe
I lost some of my bros so you know I keep a pole
Cheran made a play he text my phone and said yo
More friends yea she got more
I don't wanna know them I just wanna
I just wanna pop x and hit the door
I don't wanna hold hands, I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna, I just wanna oh f*cking pose for the gram
Go and hit the party everybody going ham
Spade knocked out cause he took another Xan
Trench coat boy they do not know who I am
Now she wanna dance put her feet up in the sand
I don't got a favorite I be rocking every brand
Two thousand witches I'm about to set the trend
Even if he die ima see him in the end
What was we thinking that was so childish
Three point five now we all wildin
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
Hop on the track I'm tryna make that shit a hit
Give me five minutes guarantee she wanna hit
Rodrick rules emo boy I'm a prick
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
Jet made a bag, stack it up times ten
Clothes hella cool but the swag top ten
Got teeth on my jeans I thinks pants talking
I say oh fosho let me know, I'm out of state tryna f*ck this hoe
I lost some of my bros so you know I keep a pole
Cheran made a play he text my phone and said yo
More friends yea she got more
I don't wanna know them I just wanna
I just wanna pop x and hit the door
I don't wanna hold hands, I don't wanna be friends
I just wanna, I just wanna oh f*cking pose for the gram
Go and hit the party everybody going ham
Spade knocked out cause he took another Xan
Trench coat boy they do not know who I am
Now she wanna dance put her feet up in the sand
I don't got a favorite I be rocking every brand
Two thousand witches I'm about to set the trend
Even if he die ima see him in the end
What was we thinking that was so childish
Three point five now we all wildin
Write a love letter, break your window with a brick
They ask questions bout us we Commonlit
I been counting money I forgot that you exist
Yea she tryna argue, not in front of all the kids
Came up with a plan these niggas did the opposite
Writer: Zyemarion Williams
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