[Verse 1] So, so, so sorry, but your lady's with me Actually that is just where you wanted her to be But she told you already, you need to just forget it So she told me that she's M.I.N.E When it comes to other guys she's only there to see When it comes to the embedded and I bet it'll never happen so  [Chorus] It's too bad that she's on my arm But for you she's not, but for you she's not I felt bad when I heard you lost But for you she's not, for you I just don't feel pity You're so pitiful (Pitiful, pitiful) She's so pretty You're so pitiful (Pitiful, pitiful)  [Verse 2] Hey, hey, hey, hey! So, so, so shitty to be you right now Soon you will see pictures of us kissing on the mouth But she made it very clear it wasn't happenin' this year Or even any time in the next ten centuries Outside of the box, she started venturing I texted back the lettering: "M.I.N.E.?" She said "Yes, that's me" You might also like-

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the neighbourhood revenge


[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

The Neighbourhood - Pitiful

Charles Quaver

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