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TV Girl Vides

Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces
Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces

Always chiming in with those melodies
Fitting syllables in lines that you'll never see
Fell in love with a girl out in Tennessee
What came next for me?
The pain swept my feet
You tryna spend the night girl or you just wanna fuck?
Head back, just so you could hit your buddy up
Can't mess with a shorty if she fuckin sucks
And she drove me nuts
So boy I wish you luck

Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces
Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces

I need a minute getting it all in
I couldn't talk, but you could call him
Nobody notice me when I walk in
I should've stayed at my crib bawling
And look at what I'm caught in
Too many bottles of what you brought in
Lucky I fucking caught him
Cause I woulda been in it still rotting
I don't wanna die here
And she don't wanna know about what I hear
Put a 40 in my coffin
Never liked talking
Wasn't tryna fall in
Yeah
Wasn't tryna fall in love
Something that you doing make it harder to stop
Prolly boutta end up hurt
Fucking whatever said you could keep my

Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces
Bleached hair
You know you oughta step to me
Please spare any problems
You obsessed with me
I don't care
Cus ain't nobody special, see
I got new drip in the mail
Hope you wrecked to pieces

And your new man talks like a goon, but he ain't shit
Triplets in his flows, homie that shit sounding ancient
Uh, pretty microphone but he breaks it
Talking like a prodigy but barely at the pavement
And all I hear is nonsense
Take a photo cus you barely going onset
Relapsed, nicotine, now you coughing
Went against your words, never knew you would be on this shit

bleach w/ BLCKK (p. johnnyfriend)

prod me

they tryna prove that they can rap, but no they cant
validate my validation, stroke my pants
i aint holdin hands but you can hold my bands
i aint holdin hands if you gon fold like that
woke up once again its just another day
thought you was a rapper you got none to say
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away

if my son afraid, i'll throw my son away
if that bitch is bad i'm gonna fuck her face
and that bitch an animal, gnaw on my fingers
spider gang the clique got everybody triggered

ima throw away the whole kid

only triple that i fuck wit is triple six
delete your brothers and your cousins, yall little kids
dont worry what i'm speakin on, it's family business
stop tryin hard to be in it, you barely wit it
sun out, moon out, gun out
i'm wit my brothers
what now, who now, fuck out
you undercover
they tryna prove that they can rap, but no they cant
validate my validation, stroke my pants
i aint holdin hands but you can hold my bands
i aint holdin hands if you gon fold like that
woke up once again its just another day
thought you was a rapper you got none to say
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away
the shit i seen would make you suckaz run away

frick suckaz (prod. me)

TV Girl - Blue Hair

SDWM

let me ruin your life please

Lyrics:
I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe
I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe

Let's run and ruin concepts of love
When we fuck got me overthinking If it's real
Cause I'm wasted can
barely even feel your touch
But your face gives me feeling that I'm enough

Don't got a father girl I'm enough
Makin her cry because she likes it rough
Conceiving thoughts on my twin size bed
Comfort her with her head against my chest

I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe
I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe

Now we're naked and we can't find clothes
We're both laughin While we're both exposed
seeing your smile just cause it can never get old
My rooms a mess from all from all the shit we did

I'm sick shit my thoughts a twisted
Narcisist with death on his wish list
When you look at me you bit your lip
I just wanna ruin you and restrain your wrist

I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe
I wanna fuck but i just cant help and
Look at your face the moment your brain breaks
Give me yourself i just wanna make out while im
Rubbing your waist i want you to feel safe

also thank you for actually givin a fuck about what the lyrics are <3

I wannabe your issue

Perverted Smile

Crash Course

Who Really Cares: 

An album about Sex 
Or lack thereof 
And its consequences 
Or lack thereof

Music and Lyrics by Brad Petering 

Mixing and Mastering by Jason Wyman 

Additional Vocals from Amber Quintero and Maddie "Acid" Keaton 

"Cigarettes out the Window" and "For You" feature Frankie Cosmos samples, used with her permission. 

"Not Allowed" features samples from The Yeastie Girlz's "Ovary Action" 7 inch. Used with permission from the Girlz. 

The cover art is a slightly altered photograph taken by George M. Hester. Used with his permission. 

The liner note image with two people on a bed is a slightly altered photograph taken by the late M. Richard Kirstel. Used with permission from his family. 

As a friend once said: Thanks for yr ears
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