Lyrics to Misery
Yeah
Re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said he re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said he...
Number one fan like misery, and misery love company
And with them titties, she never unaccompanied
And she not goin' home in a pumpkin
If it's a tight squeeze, brodie, you the one thumbin'
Please believe
She got a lover and a husband
She got a sommige for sex in public and laugh tellin' the story
She laugh from her stomach, I love it
Coverin' her mouth, dainty like she in a paintin'
Daydream, those nails raking
Full moon, she already came to me, wet with sex
Next day I slept, head on the desk, dead tired
It's past fail on the tested, bite marks on the breast
I'm tryna guess if she takin' me home, or platonic hug and kiss
To burn my cheek, or eight stops on the ACE
I wanna lay together, passin' weed, tangled legs, arms, feet
Tangled sheets, rings and bangles, whispered "strangle me", big trees
We spoon in the canopy
I'm in her green room, candidly makin' small talk with a fan
Her girlfriend's in the band and she's not a fan of me, I get it
There's only so many days in the week, weeknights in the month
Everyone tryna get next to the plug, she out all night
And don't leave before dusk
Dark turtleneck on the basis and the husband keep his collar turned up
Ragged holes in my throat, but I love to see those lips shiny with blood (I'm her number one fan)
Number one fan like misery, and misery love company
And with them—, she never unaccompanied
And she not goin' home in a pumpkin
If it's a tight squeeze, brodie, you the one thumbin'
Please believe, haha
I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifty
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams...
She the one I need, you can go
She the one I have to have
She the one I need, you can go
She the one I have to have
Re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said he re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said he...
Number one fan like misery, and misery love company
And with them titties, she never unaccompanied
And she not goin' home in a pumpkin
If it's a tight squeeze, brodie, you the one thumbin'
Please believe
She got a lover and a husband
She got a sommige for sex in public and laugh tellin' the story
She laugh from her stomach, I love it
Coverin' her mouth, dainty like she in a paintin'
Daydream, those nails raking
Full moon, she already came to me, wet with sex
Next day I slept, head on the desk, dead tired
It's past fail on the tested, bite marks on the breast
I'm tryna guess if she takin' me home, or platonic hug and kiss
To burn my cheek, or eight stops on the ACE
I wanna lay together, passin' weed, tangled legs, arms, feet
Tangled sheets, rings and bangles, whispered "strangle me", big trees
We spoon in the canopy
I'm in her green room, candidly makin' small talk with a fan
Her girlfriend's in the band and she's not a fan of me, I get it
There's only so many days in the week, weeknights in the month
Everyone tryna get next to the plug, she out all night
And don't leave before dusk
Dark turtleneck on the basis and the husband keep his collar turned up
Ragged holes in my throat, but I love to see those lips shiny with blood (I'm her number one fan)
Number one fan like misery, and misery love company
And with them—, she never unaccompanied
And she not goin' home in a pumpkin
If it's a tight squeeze, brodie, you the one thumbin'
Please believe, haha
I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifty
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams and fifties
Said I re-up on bad dreams, bag up screams...
She the one I need, you can go
She the one I have to have
She the one I need, you can go
She the one I have to have
