Magnifique
Always wanted to say
Your first dinner was Magnifique
Three and a half Michelin stars
A little bit dry
Not salty
Not done
But it was too
Magnifique
29 of to the June
I wasn't happy or cool
I was on sofa just laying and watching you dancin' watching you move
That was my birthday
I hadn't plans didn't have homies
I had it always
When I'm in a raw falling on Thursdays
Bring nova-cane bitch
Stop all that flame bitch
I am with you and no matter what happen you can take the pain switch
That wasn't winter wasn't apocalypse just moving straps on the budget man
You was insane on the budget damn
Still got the bank on the baget man
Huh
You got your leggings on
I got my pistol
Aiming at you with the face of the rat
And you back on your riddle
Somewhere in middle ocean
Deepest reflect and emotion
I couldn't guess I would face with the fact that your love is a pain love is obnoxious
Facing that fact if you closing your eyes on this shit and it's making me tough duck, sick slut
Birch isn't tough
Birch isn't Kobey
I am not saint and I ain't no bitter
For killing these memories
Stuck in the glitter
I might get at zone or a 10 mm
I'm killing myself every day for this cider
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Magnifique
Always wanted to say
Your first dinner was Magnifique
Three and a half Michelin stars
A little bit dry
Not salty
Not done
But it was too
Magnifique
29 of to the June
I wasn't happy or cool
I was on sofa just laying and watching you dancin' watching you move
That was my birthday
I hadn't plans didn't have homies
I had it always
When I'm in a raw falling on Thursdays
Bring nova-cane bitch
Stop all that flame bitch
I am with you and no matter what happen you can take the pain switch
That wasn't winter wasn't apocalypse just moving straps on the budget man
You was insane on the budget damn
Still got the bank on the baget man
Huh
You got your leggings on
I got my pistol
Aiming at you with the face of the rat
And you back on your riddle
Somewhere in middle ocean
Deepest reflect and emotion
I couldn't guess I would face with the fact that your love is a pain love is obnoxious
Facing that fact if you closing your eyes on this shit and it's making me tough duck, sick slut
Birch isn't tough
Birch isn't Kobey
I am not saint and I ain't no bitter
For killing these memories
Stuck in the glitter
I might get at zone or a 10 mm
I'm killing myself every day for this cider
Always wanted to say
Your first dinner was Magnifique
Three and a half Michelin stars
A little bit dry
Not salty
Not done
But it was too
Magnifique
29 of to the June
I wasn't happy or cool
I was on sofa just laying and watching you dancin' watching you move
That was my birthday
I hadn't plans didn't have homies
I had it always
When I'm in a raw falling on Thursdays
Bring nova-cane bitch
Stop all that flame bitch
I am with you and no matter what happen you can take the pain switch
That wasn't winter wasn't apocalypse just moving straps on the budget man
You was insane on the budget damn
Still got the bank on the baget man
Huh
You got your leggings on
I got my pistol
Aiming at you with the face of the rat
And you back on your riddle
Somewhere in middle ocean
Deepest reflect and emotion
I couldn't guess I would face with the fact that your love is a pain love is obnoxious
Facing that fact if you closing your eyes on this shit and it's making me tough duck, sick slut
Birch isn't tough
Birch isn't Kobey
I am not saint and I ain't no bitter
For killing these memories
Stuck in the glitter
I might get at zone or a 10 mm
I'm killing myself every day for this cider
Writer: Andrew Birch
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