You're straight-up pretentious
Your grandeur: obnoxious
Your diction makes me nauseous
When you're around
You're a coward in distress
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the name drop you made
To feel better about yourself
You're downright conceited
Stop acting all defeated
Like you've been mistreated
You're just delusional
You're a liar and a mess
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the essay you wrote
To feel better about yourself
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
The chorus is derivative of the southern Californian punk sound of the early nineteen Ninetys
Which feels like a novelty at best, increasingly uninterested at worst.
This bleary-eyed homage trades in poignant think pieces
With questionable lyrics that mechanically references
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
zasxee - Bukowski (feat. & The Bad Knees & ofuskate) Lyrics
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English
You're straight-up pretentious
Your grandeur: obnoxious
Your diction makes me nauseous
When you're around
You're a coward in distress
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the name drop you made
To feel better about yourself
You're downright conceited
Stop acting all defeated
Like you've been mistreated
You're just delusional
You're a liar and a mess
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the essay you wrote
To feel better about yourself
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
The chorus is derivative of the southern Californian punk sound of the early nineteen Ninetys
Which feels like a novelty at best, increasingly uninterested at worst.
This bleary-eyed homage trades in poignant think pieces
With questionable lyrics that mechanically references
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your grandeur: obnoxious
Your diction makes me nauseous
When you're around
You're a coward in distress
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the name drop you made
To feel better about yourself
You're downright conceited
Stop acting all defeated
Like you've been mistreated
You're just delusional
You're a liar and a mess
Bukowski would be embarrassed
Of the essay you wrote
To feel better about yourself
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
The chorus is derivative of the southern Californian punk sound of the early nineteen Ninetys
Which feels like a novelty at best, increasingly uninterested at worst.
This bleary-eyed homage trades in poignant think pieces
With questionable lyrics that mechanically references
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Your words are uninspired
Your poetry is slipping
The veil's getting thin and
I won't fall for you again
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Selfish to the core
And oh my god what a chore
To raise your self esteem
So glad you don't mean a thing to me
Writer: Zoe Griego
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid