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GIRLI

Day Dream

 

Day Dream

(альбом: GIRLI.fm 2 - 2016)


Fuck boys all around the world
Here's your guided tour of the mind of a girl
I want you to want what you want
And what you want is what
You chase me, made me, save me
In your contacts as your freebie
B T dubs I'll BRB
I got a tweet that I really want you to see
LOL, hashtag OMG, follow me, please, please, please
Ping, ping, ping, everybody look at me
I'm skanking, wanking, down on my knees
Making out, breaking up in Tesco
Buy me Starbucks, buy me Cheetos
Touch my bum and I'll fuck you up but
Post on F B how my man knows

Is it sad that you're always in my daydreams?
Always there to tease me
Aways in the same tee
Is it bad that I'm wishing you would page me?
I wish you would grow on trees
You think they would pay me
Is it sad that you're always in my daydreams?
Always there to tease me
Aways in the same tee
Is it bad that I'm wishing you would page me?
I wish you would grow on trees
You think they would pay me

So, um, yeah, like
This next bit's called verse two

Taking photos that everybody knows
Last night you were out at the Mobos
Profile pictures, boombox fixtures
Drinking that vodka and mixer
He shagged you in the Boombus city
She was at the party looking pretty
"I'm with a modeling agency"
What do you want, a pity party?
Adidas tracksuit, Nike trainers
We're the rave kids, you're the lamest
London's the best don't make me start this
Contour lines and perfect partings
Don't text me when you're drunk
When you're out with your mates and you're at the club
Don't think you're hard cause you call me 'bruh'
That's sister to you, you big, fat scrub

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