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Scooter Jr. - White Tee (feat. Jbandz) Lyrics
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You can't take a trip on my love
Act like you on the cover of some
Magazine that's so fancy, but ya ain't that cool sadly
Said you posted in the hills
But some bout that just dont feel real
Said you got a dress that's gonna kill
More like that's gon' make me ill
Said I dont feel right when you come around
Better watch your self yo nose pokin' out
And like a 92' Civic you broken down
So that's prolly why I dont come around
Damn, I hate relationships
Cause you always on some games and shit
And I think I lost my patience in
You so i'm just staying in
You know, I let go
I'm getting f*cked up on the weekend
I smoke, burn slow
Got ash on my white tee and
I chose my dose
Think i'm falling of the deep end
Think I sold my soul
But baby I don't have one
Broken hearts always fall apart
Just tell me what you want it's not that hard
Feel like i'm a cast away
And maybe i'm the one to hate
Why you hit my phone it's late
Cause I don't need you in my face
Know you feel invincible and that's gonna change one day
Forgot all yo principals and it's a shame
Said that you feeling miserable but i'm not to blame
And I think I love myself as much as Kurt Cobain
Don't want to hear you now
Don't want you to come around
You said you'd pick me up
But you just let me down
Hate when bitches try to flex
Say you got it that's a stretch
Why you grabbin' for my checks
I thought you said you was better than the rest (Bitch)
Say you love me girl
You tear me apart (Na Na, Na Na)
Said if you're my girl (My girl)
You love me still? (Na Na, Na Na, Woah)
I won't fall apart
And f*ck these broken hearts
Your love it left me scared
Lil baby i'm a star
They know just who we are
You ain't never seen a man like this (Like this)
No stylist I pick my fits (My fits)
You f*cked up I got a brand new bitch
You know, I let go
I'm getting f*cked up on the weekend
I smoke, burn slow
Got ash on my white tee and
I chose my dose
Think i'm falling of the deep end
Think I sold my soul
But baby I don't have one
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English

You can't take a trip on my love
Act like you on the cover of some
Magazine that's so fancy, but ya ain't that cool sadly
Said you posted in the hills
But some bout that just dont feel real
Said you got a dress that's gonna kill
More like that's gon' make me ill
Said I dont feel right when you come around
Better watch your self yo nose pokin' out
And like a 92' Civic you broken down
So that's prolly why I dont come around
Damn, I hate relationships
Cause you always on some games and shit
And I think I lost my patience in
You so i'm just staying in
You know, I let go
I'm getting f*cked up on the weekend
I smoke, burn slow
Got ash on my white tee and
I chose my dose
Think i'm falling of the deep end
Think I sold my soul
But baby I don't have one
Broken hearts always fall apart
Just tell me what you want it's not that hard
Feel like i'm a cast away
And maybe i'm the one to hate
Why you hit my phone it's late
Cause I don't need you in my face
Know you feel invincible and that's gonna change one day
Forgot all yo principals and it's a shame
Said that you feeling miserable but i'm not to blame
And I think I love myself as much as Kurt Cobain
Don't want to hear you now
Don't want you to come around
You said you'd pick me up
But you just let me down
Hate when bitches try to flex
Say you got it that's a stretch
Why you grabbin' for my checks
I thought you said you was better than the rest (Bitch)
Say you love me girl
You tear me apart (Na Na, Na Na)
Said if you're my girl (My girl)
You love me still? (Na Na, Na Na, Woah)
I won't fall apart
And f*ck these broken hearts
Your love it left me scared
Lil baby i'm a star
They know just who we are
You ain't never seen a man like this (Like this)
No stylist I pick my fits (My fits)
You f*cked up I got a brand new bitch
You know, I let go
I'm getting f*cked up on the weekend
I smoke, burn slow
Got ash on my white tee and
I chose my dose
Think i'm falling of the deep end
Think I sold my soul
But baby I don't have one
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Writer: Justin Fitzpatrick, Michael Kerivan
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