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James Gillespie

Onassis

 

Onassis


If I had a beamer, you'd be stripping on the bonnet
If I had a credit card I know that you'd be on it
Told you I could write so where's the fucking sonnet?
You call me out, and caught me out

If I was cooler, I could get your shit connected
I tried it once and it was less than you expected
I had you fooled for a minute til I wrecked it
You call me out, and caught me out

I always thought between a user and a liar
We was as kind of perfect, like petrol on a fire
And that love was more than just desire
Am I rent when you found yourself a buyer?

I hope you're hating this as much as I am
You paid for this, got a ring on your hand
Oh happy birthday, it's just a fucking sad day
And you gon' miss me in the palace

I know you're hating this as much as I am
Betcha won't find him reading you like I can
So happy birthday, everyone knows you've earned it
So good for you, the queen of sadness
You wanted Jack, you got Onassis

I know you have a heart, a pretty little ticker
We're both lost, and maybe kinda bitter
Tell me what's your definition of a gold digger
I call you out, I caught you out

Your days hurt trying to get yourself thinner
I said beauty's not a thing you need consider
Oh for your love I'll always be a bidder
I call you out, I caught you out

I always thought between a user and a liar
We was as kind of perfect, like petrol on a fire
And that love was more than just desire
Am I rent when you found yourself a buyer?

I hope you're hating this as much as I am
You paid for this, got a ring on your hand
Oh happy birthday, it's just a fucking sad day
And you gon' miss me in the palace

I know you're hating this as much as I am
Betcha won't find him reading you like I can
Oh happy birthday, everyone knows you earned it
So good for you, the queen of sadness

I hope you're hating this as much as I am
Betcha won't find him reading you like I can
So happy birthday, everyone knows you earned it
So good for you, the queen of sadness

You wanted Jack, you got Onassis
You wanted Jack, you got Onassis

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