changes (pt. 2) Lyrics by AUDREY NUNA
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(I know I’ve said I tried to heal, but I’m only gettin’ sicker)
Ayy
Ball seven times a day
Cop a selfie with the orphan in the mirror display
And if you’re home (Made changes)
Could you say sorry to my dad for me
I was such a sad kid
Bring the guillotine, let’s rewind it like a bad dream
Such a crime, kill time, blood wine, I’m fine
I say, yeah
I’ma lightweight (Made changes)
‘Cause I’m Third Eye Blind
Feel like Abraham, feel like Comic Sans
Overused for that pic for the ‘gram
Feel like Abraham, ayy, ayy
Yeah, has it been working, [and hurting, 0:40?]
[It ain’t these Hermès that get through the day?]
Allergic to lies, I’m always in hives
But no I don’t need your epipen, I got my own (Made changes)
Stepped over in my kitchen
The roaches ate my chicken
[I frame those little wins/ I flame those little ones? 0:50]
Call it Kentucky Fried
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