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b2nny - ​eighteen lyrics

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[intro]
da, da, da, da, da, da+da
da, da+da
uh huh, da

[verse 1]
you can’t face me ’cause next year i turn eighteen
moving out the country, making sure that you can’t trace me
i been hitting so much, yeah, my mama call me lazy
she told me don’t f+ck with b+tches, not until i’m eighteen
now i made it, i can see the light of day
yeah, i’m looking out my window and i see your pretty face
and i’m trippin’ ’bout your love but i don’t got no time to waste
now i’m laying in my bed, it’s like i’m sleeping wide awake

[chorus]
it’s like i’m sitting here for hours on my own
i be scrolling through my instagram just tapping on my phone
“i don’t like that too”, i can hear it in your tone
she don’t like my mood even though i’m acting drone
f+ck, i can’t f+ck with you no more
i said that i’m an artist, i can paint you at my door
yеah, she caught me under prеssure, i gotta pick up on my score
all these letters that i wrote you are just sitting on my floor
yeah, i’ll pick all of them up and i’ll throw ’em in the trash can
i knew she was a fake, now she calling me her trashman
yeah, my pain is on it’s way, she a joke just to my batman
all these thoughts, i can’t escape, i just wonder what’s happenin’
[verse 2]
she be cryin’ on my arm, please b+tch, give me a break
it’s hard for me to tell you you’re my biggest mistake
and i can’t even get you to stop calling my name
and i tell you these feelings girl, they are not the same
as they used to be
’cause you keep telling you friends that you’re using me (f+ck)
it’s getting through to me
this the last time that i talk about you casually

[chorus]
it’s like i’m sitting here for hours on my own
i be scrolling through my instagram just tapping on my phone
“i don’t like that too”, i can hear it in your tone
she don’t like my mood even though i’m acting drone
f+ck, i can’t f+ck with you no more
i said that i’m an artist, i can paint you at my door
yeah, she caught me under pressure, i gotta pick up on my score
all these letters that i wrote you are just sitting on my floor
yeah, i’ll pick all of them up and i’ll throw ’em in the trash can
i knew she was a fake, now she calling me her trashman
yeah, my pain is on it’s way, she a joke just to my batman
all these thoughts, i can’t escape, i just wonder what’s happenin’



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