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cyrus - the bathhouse lyrics

part i

[verse 1]
november came in october
spilled red wine on my carpet
spur of the moment, no tottenham
got a baggy shirt like timmy
and plenty bobby pins, no whitney
my hair long, i been livin’
got good at minding my business
but still ain’t good at followin’ through (followin’ through)
and red roses in the windowsill remind me everything’s good
but i guess good ain’t good enough for you
unless it’s jumping through hoops
and you got ‘the beard’ on defense
you my best kept secret, let’s not leave it to chance

[pre-chorus 1]
and i still ain’t got a plan
and i still think about you (i still think about you)
and i think you think about me too

[chorus]
that’s why you on my netflix plan
and you still watch the same two shows
that’s why you call me on my birthday (birthday)
that’s why i still ain’t change my number
of all these missed calls, there’s only one i miss
(of all these missed calls, there’s only one i miss)
of all these missed calls

[verse 2]
we just copped us an office sp-ce
we just hired a couple interns
fell asleep while i was at the wheel and when i woke up, it was my turn
got b-tterflies on our waverunner’s
fifty-one on the state signs
caught a charge right before summer
but a model x my getaway car
marcus ryan with the pole vault
green lighters on the sp-ce shuttle
always said to keep the circle small
and me, i can’t relate because i hate huddles
i don’t even see the point in teams
as a specktator, i make more money
and sometimes, a ‘no’ from someone can be the best way to get to know somebody
but godd-mn

[pre-chorus 2]
’cause i still ain’t got a plan
and i still think about you (i still think about you)
and i think you think about me too

part ii

[verse]
i know it’s been a while, can count on you to remind me
been over this before, know exactly where to find me
ain’t turned no pro tools on, all summer long
no, i ain’t done much
i ain’t done much of nothing
(no, i ain’t done much, no, i ain’t done much, no, i ain’t done much)
and we ain’t twenty no more (well how old you is?)
sh-t, we ain’t twenty no more
no more, no more
is doing nothing, doing nothing wrong?
’cause i think that we could do better
and nowadays, they play sad songs so the drive lasts for, like, ever
same roadblocks, with caution tape, and saline drips, so maybe you can feel something
’cause sometimes a bad feeling override that one feeling where you feel nothing
need a reboot
same shades on when the sun come out
’cause the rays somehow got my funds burned out
twenty-five, think i need a tongue ring
still get paid on my days off
that right there means something
still get hate all day long
and that right there means nothing
and i still ain’t good at drunk texts
and my mom still pack my lunches
step-dad work on the lake-house
stay up all night for the sunset
and wake up, for the love of god
where can i find phourthelove at?
think i made it to the other things, and i ain’t too sure where to go next
and i been sittin’ at the cool table and that sh-t ain’t that cool, dawg
and if you think the truth hurts, well, that sh-t ain’t that true, dawg
nothing worse than being lied to, and ain’t no one better at the sh-t than me
but when i looked at all the sh-t i had, i never needed 2017
expedited with the weekly singles
conversations over getting by
i only ever put out anything
hoping maybe after, i could quit my job
and by the time it was my birthday, that sh-t felt like the worst day
probation over dumb sh-t, ’cause snitching ain’t in my wordplay
and i got sh-t that i’ll always carry, ’til my stomping ground is in a cemetery
talk about how well, the old me changed
and my new skin thick like halle berry
face all into your iphone x while you’re facing away from the things you cherish
and look both ways, ’cause the truth nowadays, gon’ change like the clothes on your back you wearing
and modern-day success stories involve someone that still got both their parents
and black kids in america considered lucky if they outlive their parents
and meanwhile, all the white kids, reminding everyone that they ain’t their parents
and me, well, i’ve been struggling to find inspiration like it ain’t apparent why
(why, why)

[outro]
welcome to the bathhouse
said welcome to the bathhouse
leave your shoes at the door

- cyrus lyrics

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