XIAO YOU BETTER COME HOME ON WEDNESDAY OR I WILL THROW MYSELF INTO THE FUCKING SUN

liquid smooth

#BrooklynBloodPop V1 - edit audio

we could’ve had it all

I don't wanna die

the winner takes it all

Hymn for the weekend x she knows - edit audio

LYRICS:

Subtle clues I'm throwing, flying way above your head
No need to overthink it, replaying in my own head (Yeah uh-huh)
Want your lips on mine now, everything that comes with that (Mmm)
But you're acting distant, where you at? (Um, where you at?!)

I need your touch on my skin, can't keep fighting this
My looks might fool you, but my intentions you can't miss
How much clearer can I be? I'm practically spelling it out
Our chats got me hooked, no room for doubt (Just come over and give me that mouth)

So if you're feeling this, boy
Gotta make your move, let me know for sure
Before I bail and walk out that door
You'll be missing out on the wild side I adore

Showing you what you're fucking missing, hoping you catch the vibe (Mwah - Kissing)
Putting on a show, wanna keep you hypnotized
My sexiness got you tripping, into another dimension
Ready to break free, let’s end this tension

Waited long enough, time to make your play
You stepped up, asked me out, finally, okay!
My mind was made up from the start, no hesitation
Gotta seize this moment, feel the fucking sensation

So if you're feeling this, boy
Gotta make your move, let me know for sure
Before I bail and walk out that door
You'll be missing out on the wild side I adore

Dropping hints like crazy, can't you see?
Still not getting it, what's it gonna be?
Now that I've laid it all out, no more to say
Where do we go from here, what's the play? (Are you..)

So if you're feeling this, boy
Gotta make your move, let me know for sure
Before I bail and walk out that door
You'll be missing out on the wild side I adore

Feeling this, boy

WOULD YOU BREAK IT

Be the Cowboy

Washing Machine Heart

original song: dirty laundry by blackbear

outta control

Like Jose

TIA TAMERA

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP! 
POP!
POP! 
BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD! 

Cover fire
I need a rumor 
You’re a school shooter! 
A problematic desire 
I’m just a gun w/ the hire 
Pop your skull & your tires 
I want your feeling & everything in your fiber 
Uh!uhuh!uh!
munchin’
popping on bubblegum 
(Yah) I feel you on my tongue 
Lick across the clip of my gun 
Am I am I 
In love 
Or Am I off the drugs 
Your girl say I fuck like a thug 
She wants kisses over blunts 
Let the chains hit her face 
Gunshots feel like a blade 
Swerve the car make me race 
Suicides in my state 
Snipers chill with berets 
Push you off the edge 

Throwing knife like pick your fight 
Pussy boy I wanna see my bride 
I feel like exhibit cause I pimp my ride
Ya bitch 
There’s ones pick up your sight! 
Thoughts contrived yah yah yeh 
I can never do right in your mind 
It’s just so hard to stay attached to this world! 

Live off you like matter 
MP5 like scatter 
Blood just Leaves me staggered 
Got 12 on me 
Won’t let me be 
Got gunmy worms stuck in my teeth 
I see her face I’m like “omg”
Grapple tape on my SMG
Talk talk but you won’t beat me
 

Cover fire
I need a rumor 
I’m just cooler

#BROOKLYNBLOODPOP! (@ssyyko insta}

hayloft (my daddy's got a gun)

Babooshka

#BrooklynBloodPop V1 - edit audio

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