F*cked up, left side
I don't really feel right
Up, down, long night
Grass is good outside
Tucked in, good head
I don't really feel dead
Bed head, well fed
Sopping up sudafed
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Feel better, fenugreek
You'll regret her all week
She'll forget the soft streak
I'll admit the kid's weak
Remember that one time?
The bread and grass and Columbine?
The A's in class and sleeping pines?
The lines and lines and lines and lines
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Lucked up, pale thighs
Your birkenstocks are alright
F*cked up, all time
Remember when you were mine?
On those blow nights
She goes to those nights
Old shows, good seats
You're the one I wanna meet
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F*cked up, left side
I don't really feel right
Up, down, long night
Grass is good outside
Tucked in, good head
I don't really feel dead
Bed head, well fed
Sopping up sudafed
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Feel better, fenugreek
You'll regret her all week
She'll forget the soft streak
I'll admit the kid's weak
Remember that one time?
The bread and grass and Columbine?
The A's in class and sleeping pines?
The lines and lines and lines and lines
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Lucked up, pale thighs
Your birkenstocks are alright
F*cked up, all time
Remember when you were mine?
On those blow nights
She goes to those nights
Old shows, good seats
You're the one I wanna meet
I don't really feel right
Up, down, long night
Grass is good outside
Tucked in, good head
I don't really feel dead
Bed head, well fed
Sopping up sudafed
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Feel better, fenugreek
You'll regret her all week
She'll forget the soft streak
I'll admit the kid's weak
Remember that one time?
The bread and grass and Columbine?
The A's in class and sleeping pines?
The lines and lines and lines and lines
Baby, you should come over
And lately, you remind me of my mother
Lucked up, pale thighs
Your birkenstocks are alright
F*cked up, all time
Remember when you were mine?
On those blow nights
She goes to those nights
Old shows, good seats
You're the one I wanna meet
Writer: Drew Smith
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